The Thief
Darkness lay in the opulent bedroom, save for a beam of moonlight which streamed from the open window to display the wide dressing-table and the contents there. Perfumes, makeup, all the trappings of a wealthy woman — including a decorative tall box of fine jewelry.
I crouched in shadow beside this table, waiting.
We’d been hired to solve a string of burglaries in this fine set of apartments: a collective in Spadros quadrant, 177th Street East.
The members met together every Wednesday. Over the past few weeks, a different woman returned to her rooms after each meeting to find her jewels missing. Guards had been set in the hallways, yet the thefts continued.
A puzzle, and I so loved to solve them.
Pale bluish light ruffled the edges of sheer curtains billowing in the faint s
