The Walt Whitman MEGAPACK ™ by Millard Joseph J. & Lovisi Gary & French John L. & Bellem Robert Leslie & Turner Robert

Author:Millard, Joseph J. & Lovisi, Gary & French, John L. & Bellem, Robert Leslie & Turner, Robert
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: leaves of grass, american, sexuality, poems, classic
ISBN: 9781479404797
Publisher: Wildside Press LLC
Published: 2015-01-14T00:00:00+00:00

When he hung up, he had a hurt, bewildered look on his face. I didn’t have to guess. Someone had yanked a bank account out from under his eyes.

“She’s dead,” he said. It didn’t tell me much.

“Sure, she is,” I said. “She deserved it. She’s been dead for years from the neck down. Who is she?”

“Mrs. Ford—I mean—Mrs. Lion. Oh, what the hell. Everything is turned upside down. She was strangled right after we left. The manager called her about a new lamp. He tried to get her five times. The desk clerk hadn’t seen her go out. They went up.”

He gulped.

“Foggerty’s over there now. The desk clerk said we were up to see her this afternoon. He knew who I was. Foggerty says get the hell over there right away.”

The whole thing didn’t shock me much. The dame had been playing with the atom. It busted over her head. I don’t like murder very well, but I no longer scream at the mention of the word. I said:

“You see Foggerty. I got other troubles.”

He grabbed his hat and tried to push me out the door.

“You’re in this as deep as I am,” he said.

I played coy.

“Not me, boss. I got a date with a little blonde out at West Hills. It’s urgent. If the murders are started, that little chicken might be next in line.” We parted, not exactly on the best of terms. I’ll bet he cussed me all the way to the hotel. I wouldn’t know. I acquired another pair of brass knuckles, an automatic and some ideas.

The ideas weren’t so clever. Mine aren’t.

I walked right across the street as though I belonged there. I started ringing the bell on the spike-topped gate. I had it all figured out. If I couldn’t sneak into the house, I’d go in the front door.

I waited until Lester came tripping lightly down the drive from the gatehouses. Then I put my thumb on the bell again and left it there. It was a loud bell. It got on his nerves. He came toward me with a haze of sulphur smoke around his head. He knew a lot of naughty words.

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