Chapter ElevenOpen-And-Shut Case
The Chief of Police Of Bankville, who was standing there, was fat and red-faced and comfortable-looking, a man who had never worried much and didn’t propose to start now. “Sorry to trouble you folks,” he said. “Specially seein’ you just moved in. But that’s these Pinies for you. Inconsiderate.”
“Come in and have some coffee,” said Tim.
“Don’t mind if I do,” said the Chief. “Smells mighty good.”
“How about your colleague?”
“My what? Oh, Officer Jenkins. I left him on the pier. Somebody’s got to watch the remains till Doc Medford gets there. Got to follow the rule book, even in a picayune open-and-shut case like this.”
He lumbered into the dining-room and sat down appreciatively. “Now this is a real treat, ma’am,” he said to Sybil as she placed a steami
