Cy Barbados
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The Hercules Poirot of the 22nd century is here! Follow the adventures of Cy Barbados, a private investigator, as he solves mysterious murders in the floating mansions of the rich, in the darkest corners of a futuristic city - even on trains going across the land forever changed by a nuclear war!
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Excerpt:
"I'm sorry for- for stealing you like this for- for a moment," Jenkins stuttered; he reached into his pocket and presented a small vial; "I found this among doctor Kostopoulos's cosmetics!" he announced.
Barbados took the vial from the butler's hand and studied it carefully. It was very simple, transparent with stains from dark oil; small, the size of a thumb, no more.
"Do you often go through your master's guest's personal belongings, Jenkins?" the detective asked.
The butler turned pale; pure whiteness was slowly becoming more and more his natural colour.
"I- I just wanted to help..."
"And you helped indeed!" Barbados laughed and patted the butler on his shoulder; "It could be an essential clue and evidence in this case!"
"Really?" asked the butler, somewhat unsure, but proud of himself.
No. Just a complication, the detective thought.
"Of course!" he said.
A lie, he thought.
"I'm happy I could help, Mr Barbados."
"Naturally. You're a good man, Jenkins. Now leave me for a moment, please. I need to study this new evidence in peace..."
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