“What are they trying to do?” Davison asked. “I never heard of anything like this.” I took my eyes off Ginger’s legs. “Gangsters,” I said. “But they’ve gone out of style,” Davison said. “They don’t have gangsters any more.” “Suppose you go out and tell them that,” I said.” Gangsters Book:Solomon's Vineyard Source: Solomon's Vineyard
“Pug said: “I’m trying to think of the best way of knocking you off.” “The Chinese do it with rats,” I said. “They let ‘em eat the victim.” “Where am I going to get the rats?” “Well,” I said, “there’re three in the car now.” I don’t know which one hit me; Pug or the guy with the garlic breath. It was the barrel of a pistol and it cooled me for a couple of minutes. When I came to we had stopped by a small shack. I was alone with the guy on my left.” RatsGangsters Book:Solomon's Vineyard Source: Solomon's Vineyard