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By Agatha Christie
Rex Fortescue, king of a monetary empire, used to be sipping tea in his “counting house” whilst he suffered an agonizing and surprising dying. On later inspection, the wallet of the deceased have been chanced on to include lines of cereals.
Yet, it was once the incident within the parlor which proven omit Marple’s suspicion that the following she used to be a case of crime through rhyme. . . .
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That was an illegal casino, though. This was my first time in a legal 26 Parnell Hall—Favor [e-reads] one. In the illegal casino I’d lost fifty dollars. That time, of course, the wheel had probably been rigged. I figured the wheels in here probably weren’t. I also figured it probably wouldn’t make any difference. The odds are for the house, so eventually you’re going to lose, one way or another. The other thing was, all the tables, blackjack, craps and roulette, had a five dollar minimum bet. On my travel budget, that was just too steep.
I also figured if I got a ticket it would serve me right. Harold came out of the parking lot, crossed the street and went into an office building. I whipped out my pocket notebook and checked. Sure enough, that was the address MacAullif had given me for Harold’s firm. I didn’t follow Harold into the building. I didn’t want him to see me, and there would have been no point. I just stood on the sidewalk, cursing Harold, cursing MacAullif and cursing myself. I stomped off to a diner down the street, went in the men’s room, took the piss of my life and stomped back out again, without even feeling guilty that I hadn’t ordered anything.
At 8:25 the front door opened and a man came out. About thirty, 5’10”, one hundred sixty pounds, dark hair, blue eyes. I checked the photograph. Son of a bitch. It was him. Harold Dunleavy. The perpetrator himself. I’d done it. I’d identified him. Harold Dunleavy got in his car, pulled out of the driveway, turned left, drove past me, and headed back toward town. I gave him a head start, then pulled out and tagged along. 31 Parnell Hall—Favor [e-reads] There’s a trick to following someone in a car.
A Pocket Full of Rye (Miss Marple Mysteries, Book 7) by Agatha Christie