Even the Butler Was Poor
“J. Mavity Mystery /**/ Chapter 9 On her hands and knees, making disgruntled noises, H.J. sifted through the remains of Buggsy. "No trace of anything," she said finally, resting on her heels. "Not that I know what the hell I'm hunting for anyway." "Something small and valuable." Ben was crouched beside her, holding the flashlight on the fragments of the dummy.
"Well, it looks like the competition—whoever they are—beat us to the prize." She picked up one of the dummy's detached legs, starte...d to tap it angrily against her thigh.
"Notice that somebody took a knife to Buggsy and used it pretty enthusiastically." He played the beam around, pointing at the scattered parts.
"Damn, and we were so close, too," she said, tapping the little wooden leg against her leg. "They must've followed us over from Connecticut. Maybe that jerk with the cap was a—" "Even if they followed us, which I don't think they did," he said, "that wouldn't have told them to rip up Buggsy to look in his hollow leg." She said, "That's right, Ben.MoreLess
"Well, it looks like the competition—whoever they are—beat us to the prize." She picked up one of the dummy's detached legs, starte...d to tap it angrily against her thigh.
"Notice that somebody took a knife to Buggsy and used it pretty enthusiastically." He played the beam around, pointing at the scattered parts.
"Damn, and we were so close, too," she said, tapping the little wooden leg against her leg. "They must've followed us over from Connecticut. Maybe that jerk with the cap was a—" "Even if they followed us, which I don't think they did," he said, "that wouldn't have told them to rip up Buggsy to look in his hollow leg." She said, "That's right, Ben.MoreLess
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