“Say, Mr. Caution, don’t ya think I got swell legs? I just asked that big punk Gettzler for a raise an’ he says I’m goin’ bowlegged. I reckon he’s a lousy liar. What do you think?”
Sadie has got the swellest legs in Chicago, an’ when she does her act at the theatre, hard-boiled guys rush off home just outa sheer nervous energy. She has also got sex appeal plus, but no brains. From the neck up she is as dead as a piece of frozen Eskimo.
This is a classic short story featuring Peter Cheyney’s popular detective Lemmy Caution.
