westlake / bad news 3, THE END

     ... Dortmunder remembered various moments with Arnie Albright over the years, like the time [...] he explained, "I know what a scumbag I am. People in this town, they call a restaurant, before they make the reservation, they say, "'Is Arnie Albright gonna be there?' "

westlake / bad news 2, pour jérémie

     "There's a New York firm I use all the time," Fitzroy told him. "It's Feinberg, Kleinberg, Rhineberg, Steinberg, Weinberg & Klatsch, but it's known as Feinberg."
     Andy said, "I'd know it as Klatsch."
     "Yes, you would," Fitzroy agreed. "But the legal profession lacks your delicate sense of humor."

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     ... He turned to Welles and said, "Which company you work for?"
     "My firm," he answered, "is Holliman, Sherman, Beiderman, Tallyman & Funk. You wouldn't be able to use us of course." 
     "I know," she said, "that's why i wanted to ask."

westlake / bad news 1

    

Irwin, the new one, was as scraggly as Fitzroy was plump, and no more appetizing.
     Dortmunder said to Kelp, "Do you have the Voyager key?"
     Kelp held up his left hand, to show a chain with a car key dangling from it. "Yes..." he said, and tossed the key over the rail, "... and no."
     "No!" cried Irwin.
     "Too late," Kelp told him.

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     Tiny Bulcher is another matter. A man mountain, with a body like an oil truck and a head like an unexploded bomb, he mostly looked like a fairy tale character that eats villages. "Hello, there, Kelp," this creature rumbled.

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