The Captain told me Hacken and Begg were handling the job. I caught them leaving the detectives' assembly room. Begg was a freckled heavyweight, as friendly as a Saint Bernard puppy, but less intelligent. Lany detective-sergeant Hacken, not so playful, carried the team's brains behind his worried hatchet face.
- From The Main Death, a short story in The Continental Op by Dashiell Hammett
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