The Affair of the Reluctant Witness
by Erle Stanley Gardner
Jerry Bane knuckled his eyes into wakefulness, kicked back the covers and said, “What time is it, Mugs?”
“Ten thirty,” Mugs Magoo told him.
Bane jumped from the bed, stood in front of the open window, and went through a series of quick calisthenics.
Magoo surveyed the swift, lithe motions with eyes that had been trained to soak in details as a fresh blotting paper absorbs ink.
Jerry Bane straightened, extended his arms from the shoulder, and bending his knees, rapidly raised and lowered his body.
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