Resort to Murder
Resort to Murder
“Blue iron bars added a somber note to blue-trimmed windows. I paid the taxi driver and walked up the sloping sidewalk to a worn wooden door. Two flags—the red flag of Bermuda with the Union Jack in the upper left corner and the Bermudian coat of arms in the lower right, and the blue police standard—hung on either side of a small blue awning at the entrance.
I opened the door and stepped into a small alcove with pale blue walls. The office was to the left, behind plate glass and a wooden counter.... I walked to an opening in the plate glass.
The station officer, a middle-aged woman, looked up from her desk. “May I help you?”
“I must talk to Chief Inspector Foster.” I spoke courteously, but firmly. If I was turned down, sent away…“Please tell him that Mrs. Collins wishes to see him and that I have important information about the murder of Mrs. Connor Bailey.” Would that be enough to win me an audience? Truth to tell, this was not new information for Foster. I must persuade him to think about Connor’s twisted glasses and what they told us.MoreLess
I opened the door and stepped into a small alcove with pale blue walls. The office was to the left, behind plate glass and a wooden counter.... I walked to an opening in the plate glass.
The station officer, a middle-aged woman, looked up from her desk. “May I help you?”
“I must talk to Chief Inspector Foster.” I spoke courteously, but firmly. If I was turned down, sent away…“Please tell him that Mrs. Collins wishes to see him and that I have important information about the murder of Mrs. Connor Bailey.” Would that be enough to win me an audience? Truth to tell, this was not new information for Foster. I must persuade him to think about Connor’s twisted glasses and what they told us.MoreLess
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