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 pleasurable shudder, for he had all a boy’s healthy curiosity about murder, shootings and affairs of bloodshed. “I ’m a de-tec-tive!” And he hurried to tell his mother of his new job, aware that she would cry out against it—till he explained: “I start at twelve a week.” That would settle it with her. “I ’m a detective! I ’m a detective!”