A Vote for Murder
“George said.
“I’ll go,” I said.
I started up the steps two at a time, but soon slowed as an ache developed in my legs. By the time I reached the top, I felt as though I were walking on two leaden pipes. The pianist was packing his sheet music into a briefcase, and the staff was in the process of clearing tables and putting away the ice-cream buffet and bar.
I saw through the windows that the guests had retreated inside. I searched for Senator Nebel but didn’t see him. Richard Carraway stood nea...r the door leading from the terrace. I went to him and said, “There’s been an accident.”
His watery eyes said he didn’t understand.
“I’m afraid someone has died, falling down the stairs to the dock,” I said.
A bolt of understanding crossed his face. “Accident? Somebody’s dead?”
“Yes. Who’s in charge?”
Carraway looked over his shoulder into the room where the East Indian was again serving drinks. “I don’t know,” he said. “I’ll see if I can find the senator.”MoreLess
“I’ll go,” I said.
I started up the steps two at a time, but soon slowed as an ache developed in my legs. By the time I reached the top, I felt as though I were walking on two leaden pipes. The pianist was packing his sheet music into a briefcase, and the staff was in the process of clearing tables and putting away the ice-cream buffet and bar.
I saw through the windows that the guests had retreated inside. I searched for Senator Nebel but didn’t see him. Richard Carraway stood nea...r the door leading from the terrace. I went to him and said, “There’s been an accident.”
His watery eyes said he didn’t understand.
“I’m afraid someone has died, falling down the stairs to the dock,” I said.
A bolt of understanding crossed his face. “Accident? Somebody’s dead?”
“Yes. Who’s in charge?”
Carraway looked over his shoulder into the room where the East Indian was again serving drinks. “I don’t know,” he said. “I’ll see if I can find the senator.”MoreLess
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