I had a hunch and I played it.

So I killed poor Applegate--temporarily.

It worked out just right and nothing to carry." "One of the mainest matters with the widely-known world," said Pringle wearily, "is that people won't play their hunches.

They haven't spunk enough to believe what they know.

Let me spell it out for you in words of two cylinders, Breslin: You saw that I knew Creagan and Applegate, while they positively refused to know me at any price; you heard the sheriff deny that I was at the Gadsden House before I'd claimed anything of the sort.