"I certainly hope all our cases don't end that way," said Flix, after the police had allowed them to leave the apartment.
"Mrs. Lime was a troubled woman," Phalen said.
"I warned you she was dangerous. Turns out, she was only a danger to herself. Her whole world was shattered," Flix said. "I suppose she felt it was too much to bear. The alcohol may have greatly impaired her judgment but who knows?"
"I wish now we had discovered Henry Lime was an adulterer. At least, Mrs. Lime could have gotten some kind of divorce settlement."
"Yes," said Flix. "She knew they were broke. For Mrs. Lime, that was a much harsher reality than being a divorcee."
"Umm," said Phalen.
"Well," Flix said, "can you close up the office? With Mrs. Glenny on vacation, I left Baby to her own devices at home. There is no telling what that little cyclone has gotten into."
"Certainly," said Phalen, "but Baby is such a little sprite. How could she possibly do as much damage as you say?"
"Oh, my friend, she is major destruction in a little package. Looks can be conceiving."
Phalen was laughing as he walked into the kitchenette to retrieve his hat. He looked at the stack of pulp magazines sitting atop the table. There was Corso's face staring at him on the cover.
"Looks can be deceiving," he muttered to himself, turning off the lights and locking the office door.
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The Dust of Death
Mystery / ThrillerIt should be happy days. It's the Roaring Twenties and The Cupid/Archer Detective Agency is open for business. A little girl's body is found in a shallow grave right in the middle of the city's large park. Private investigators Florian Flix and Phal...
