CHAPTER 14A CRAZY THING
FROODY and Brigit left, Brigit dragging back and watching over her shoulder like a child at bedtime. Froody with a dogged disinterest for anything but their search through the poison books.
“Have a cigar,” offered Mr. Goli, smelling one and extending another.
“No, thanks. I’m glad you came. I had planned to get in touch with you. I have several questions which bother me. You may be able to answer them.” Tuck opened his black notebook and then regarded Mr. Goli. “How did you learn he was dead?”
“The paper; Mr. Tuck. The paper. An item on page two, relating the fact that he had died suddenly and unaccountably, and that the police were making every effort—” He made an easy gesture. “The usual thing.”
“Why,” Tuck asked, “did he have two bodyguards?”
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