Two weeks later, Spencer was again having the usual Sunday evening conversation with Fred in the conservatory, and the topic still remained about the old man, Dennis Snow, and his wife.
“I still don’t believe we have not been able to nail Dennis Snow for weeks” Spencer wondered
“It really beats me too Spencer. Eighty-five-year-old guy; lame and never gets out of his wheelchair. One would have thought this is a job for a one-armed monkey.” Fred chuckled.
“Well, we do have an unusual situation, don’t we? This old guy has a wife who hangs around him all day long like his bad breath.” Spencer sighed...
“This nutty woman is putting us in a fix Spencer. I mean she just hangs around the guy, doing her senseless knitting. She is a big problem Spencer. I think we should do her too.” Fred laughe
