goofer

Goofer grabbed for the arms of a chair and sat down.

Goofer told him to put the cash back in the box and leave it on the table.

Goofer didn't know many spots where it would be safe.

The one bet was to spread his cards; and Goofer did it.

Coming back, he mentioned the exit at the far end of the hall, and Goofer decided to use it.

Their portion of the hundred grand that Goofer expected to get would therefore be small.

The call had come only a short while before Goofer and his mob invaded.

He hadn't a chance to break loose from Goofer and the other four thugs.

Goofer muttered to himself though, as he was sneaking across the street.

During the handshake, Goofer began to talk about building his new mob.

Goofer wiggled both hands, as a sign for his four followers to move back.

The net result was exactly what Goofer hoped for.

Thinking of any available mobsters, Goofer began a slow nod.

He showed speed as soon as Goofer had dropped off.

It wouldn't do for them to be identified in any way with Goofer's mob, now that their work had been accomplished.

Since they all worked for Goofer and no one else, it is quite obvious that he was the murderer."

That's when Goofer went out and we came in."

Beak's statements had removed the last bit of doubt from Goofer's mind.

Being the only witness to that murder, Goofer did not feel oversafe.

He figured it would be hot stuff to send Goofer in here to grab the reward money.

And that blood was loaded with the goofer dust.

It brought recollections, uncertain at first, but those thoughts grew in Goofer's mind.

The waiter was frail, but his dead weight taxed Goofer's efforts.

Because of that, Goofer brought up a matter that he might otherwise have avoided.

It was evident that Goofer was working under special orders.