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Authors: Stuart M. Kaminsky

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“Pleased to meet you,” said Grant. “No, I am elated to meet you.”

Phil moved to take a look over the rim toward where Toddhunter’s body had fallen.

“He’s the one who said he’d kill Ruth and the kids?” my brother said.

“Yes.”

Phil turned and led the way back to the house. The two women were both in handcuffs, being held by uniformed cops. Violet was calming Shelly, who was saying, “I’m fine. I’m fine.”

“You sure?” asked Violet.

“No, but I’m fine. That’s what you’re supposed to say. That’s what I’m saying. I’m fine.”

“Can we go now?” Grant asked.

“The FBI will want to talk to you,” said Phil.

“They’ll know where to find me,” Grant said, picking up the briefcase that stood next to the suitcases near the hallway. “My briefcase. You mind?”

“No,” said Phil.

“The FBI might …” Grant started.

“Let them,” said Phil. “Let them.”

EPILOGUE

Anita and I went to the movies. We saw
This Is The Army,
a Movietone Newsreel, a
Time Marches On,
and a Donald Duck cartoon,
In The Führer’s Face.
We had a nice dinner, thanks to a two-hundred-dollar bonus from Cary Grant, who had called me the day after the shoot-out and said that the briefcase contained the material he needed—a list of names he had already turned over to the right people.

The FBI never came to see me. I’m not sure why.

Jacklyn Wright disappeared. Shelly went back to his dental practice with a newfound respect for Violet, who took advantage of having saved her boss’s life by asking him for a raise. This request Shelly immediately granted.

On the morning Anita and I went to the movie and dinner, I had gone through Shelly’s office and heard him telling a dazed little man how he had captured a den of Nazi spies.

A week later at breakfast in Mrs. Plaut’s dining room, the phone rang upstairs. Gunther, who was expecting a call, hurried to get it.

“More avocado pancakes?” Mrs. Plaut asked.

We all politely declined, though I thought they tasted pretty good if you didn’t put the jalapeno syrup on them.

Gunther came hurrying back to the dining room to announce that the call was for me from Shelly. I excused myself and made my way up the stairs. My wounds had pretty much healed. The stitches had been removed from my head, and I had picked up a few extra dollars between cases by filling in for the house detective at the Roosevelt Hotel.

“Hello, Shel, what’s up?”

“I’m in jail,” he moaned.

He began to sob. I’ve heard Sheldon Minck sob before. It’s not a pretty sound, but this time it sounded more genuine than any time in the past.

“What did you do?”

“Nothing,” he cried. “But Mildred’s dead. My dear Mildred’s dead. And they think I killed her.”

“Then you’ve got nothing to worry about, Shel. I’ll call Marty Leib and …”

“You don’t understand, Toby. They have a witness who says she saw me do it.”

“Sheldon, who says they saw you kill Mildred?”

“Joan Crawford,” he said.

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