Coydog Chalcedony--Pouvez-vous m'aider?

   
   "Coydog Chalcedony--Pouvez-vous m'aider?"
   
   Hamish thought:  "I'm an asshole."  He knew damn well his duty, even as a man, to assist the lass that knew the secrets.  Did it for the money.  What was coming to them if they strapped on the boots in metaphorical ice.  And Rasputin floated back to the top of the water, curious.  Is his Priest that gallant?
   Poste de police was seemingly knee deep, or handed out to.  Quand arrivons nous?  Sanctuary.  Was it all a false hope?  Hamish knew that was false testimony, in order to get the goods.  To make themselves look good, sowing illusion.  Dick Tracy is dead, or does his ghost haunt?
   Hamish dropped his head, gave Cody a stroke of love; next, knew:  For evil to prevail, all it takes is for a good man to do nothing.  The Chinese have sublime proverbs too, here and there.