By Parnell Hall
Stanley Hastings customer is mendacity to him. yet that is a trifling annoyance. The crooked cop framing him for 3 murders is a problem.
“What Mr. corridor does to the private-eye formulation is especially humorous, however it isn't frivolous. His puzzles, for all their manic nonsense, are fiendish structures of sound logic.”
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“Hall weaves a story worthy of a Golden Age author, with as many puzzles in a single booklet as one is probably going to discover in 4 or 5 glossy mysteries.”
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“Fiendishly humorous … clever discussion, smart plotting, and a superbly completed opposite rip-off by way of Hastings bring about gleaming entertainment.”
—Publishers Weekly
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Within which case, there’s most likely just one approach to discover. “What’s that? ” “Ask him. ” eleven. THE RECEPTIONIST AT PHILIP GREENBERG Investments frowned. “I beg your pardon? ” “I’m Harold Bainbridge,” I repeated. “I’m right here to work out Cranston Pritchert. ” “Do you've gotten an appointment, Mr. Bainbridge? ” “No, I don’t. yet I’m certain he’ll see me. ” The receptionist, an efficient-looking younger lady with curly pink hair, scooped up the telephone and punched in a host. “Mr. Pritchert? There’s a Harold Bainbridge right here to work out you. ” She listened a second, then stated, “And what's this in regard to, Mr. Bainbridge? ” “An funding. ” She relayed that message, and acquired one other earful from Cranston Pritchert. “What form of an funding, Mr. Bainbridge? ” “I wish to preserve that personal. If Mr. Pritchert can provide me a second of his time, I’d relish it. in a different way, i assume i may get back. ” I figured that may paintings. It didn’t. “I’m sorry,” the receptionist acknowledged, after relaying the message, “but Mr. Pritchert must understand what this is often approximately ahead of he’d be keen to furnish you an appointment. may possibly you inform me regularly what it truly is within which you’d wish to make investments? ” “Singles bars. ” Pritchert used to be out in fifteen seconds, white as a sheet. If the sight of me used to be any aid to him, you wouldn’t have recognized it. If something, it in simple terms panicked him extra. “Aha,” he stated. “Aha. Mr. …? ” “Bainbridge. ” “Yes. Bainbridge. You desired to see me? ” “Yes, I did. Do you feel lets discuss it on your workplace? ” “Oh,” Pritchert stated. He inspiration a second, and additional, “Oh. ” I marched over to him, took his hand, and shook it. I stated, “I relatively have fun with your giving me the time. ” Now I had carry of him, I figured I’d simply push him towards his place of work. prior to i'll, males got here down the corridor, one brief and stocky, one tall and skinny. a minimum of, tall through traditional standards—he was once part a head shorter than Pritchert. “Hey, Cranston,” the tall one acknowledged. “You received a dwell one there? ” “Nice talk,” the fast, stocky one acknowledged. He used to be a great guy, with demanding eyes and a bit black mustache. He prolonged his hand. “I’m Kevin Dunbar. Mr. …? ” “Bainbridge. Harold Bainbridge. ” “Pleased to satisfy you, Mr. Bainbridge. this is often Marty Rothstein. If there’s something our company can do for you …” “That’s really nice of you,” I stated, “but I simply are looking to consult Mr. Pritchert. ” “About an funding? ” “Of path. ” Marty Rothstein smiled. “That’s wonderful, Mr. Bainbridge. yet we need you to achieve. in the event you take care of us, you’re not only hiring a dealer. You’re in partnership with the entire enterprise. whatever we will do for you, you have got simply to invite. ” “That’s great to know,” I stated. I grabbed Cranston Pritchert through the elbow, virtually dragged him down the corridor, the place he recovered his wits sufficient to no less than consultant me into the right kind place of work. He slammed the door, then wheeled round and towered over me. the colour had lower back to his cheeks. Now they have been progressing towards crimson. “Just what the hell do you think that you’re doing? ” he demanded. “Trying that will help you.