Homicide At Yuletide (1951)
“Gene Tiny and I sat in back of a cab that skidded, stalled, stopped, and lurched, while the windshield-wiper punctuated the muttered profane weepings of the driver. I didn’t care. I wasn’t in a hurry. I enjoyed banging against Gene Tiny. Furthermore, I had a story to hear.
“I know friends of yours,” I told her. “We’re going to the same party tonight, you and I. At the Somerset. Stella, Theresa, Gay, Noah, Evelyn Dru.”
“Charming,” she said. “Charming.”
“What’s the matter with you?”
“Nothing, exc...ept a twenty-five thousand dollar fee that has just dropped out of existence. How would you feel?”
“Lousy.”
“I feel lousy.”
“I don’t blame you.”
She closed her eyes and leaned back. “That’s how it started. That’s how I got into this case. Those friends you just mentioned.”
“All right. So tell me. Maybe it’ll get your mind off the vanished twenty-five. Or maybe the twenty-five will start reappearing. Or maybe you’ll get human. Human, you must be something.”MoreLess
“I know friends of yours,” I told her. “We’re going to the same party tonight, you and I. At the Somerset. Stella, Theresa, Gay, Noah, Evelyn Dru.”
“Charming,” she said. “Charming.”
“What’s the matter with you?”
“Nothing, exc...ept a twenty-five thousand dollar fee that has just dropped out of existence. How would you feel?”
“Lousy.”
“I feel lousy.”
“I don’t blame you.”
She closed her eyes and leaned back. “That’s how it started. That’s how I got into this case. Those friends you just mentioned.”
“All right. So tell me. Maybe it’ll get your mind off the vanished twenty-five. Or maybe the twenty-five will start reappearing. Or maybe you’ll get human. Human, you must be something.”MoreLess
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