Haragos said: "Me... I am verry strrong too.... You see...?"
He smiled amiably at the detective and went on squeezing.
Callaghan put his left hand gently on Haragos's wrist. He slipped his fingers round it, pulled and, as the other tried to draw his hand away, put on a Japanese wrist lock.
Haragos's face contracted in agony. His right hand opened. Callaghan kept on with the wrist lock. He said:
"Don't be funny, Haragos. I know some better holds than this one. Judo will always beat beef, you know."
He took off the lock, dropped his hand. Haragos began to rub his wrist.
Sabine said: "Lovely.... I liked tha-at.... Beautiful.... Milta, you a-are alwa-ays so godda-am clever." She looked at Callaghan with eyes that were like glistening slits. She said: "Co-ome with me. I wa-ant to ta-alk w
