Chapter 11I needed to talk with someone who could understand my predicament [predicate] and give me some good advice or at least give a boost to my morals [moral?]. When I got back to the apartment, Mumbles was still out playing poker with his chums, or in this case, chumps, since Mumbles usually came home flush with winnings. I'm not sure if he was that good a player, or if the others didn't catch what he said when he made his moves. Who could I call? Light Fingers Louie? Out of the question. He was a great safecracker and snitch, but otherwise had half the brains of Stan Laurel and Oliver Hardy in the movies. Polish Phil? Sure, he would have been my first and best choice, but hadn't he already left for Florida? Maybe not. It was worth a try since I had everything to lose out here.
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