'i've been playing hockey in quebec for two weeks, and when i got back last night there was a letter from him! he mailed it the day before he died.' he pulled a letter from the pocket of his jacket and passed it to me.
pierre, i thought i saw howard the other day in a very odd place. i tried calling him, but wife said he was quebec with you. give me a ring when you get back and let me know. boom boom
'who's howard? howard mattingly?
pierre nodded. mattingly was another ice hockey player with the black hawks,though not on the first team. boom boom never liked him-he couldn't even play hockey.
the letter seemed unconnected with the problems i was trying to solve. but it had been important to boom boom. he had written the letter on the twenty-sixth. when had he seen mattingly? the lucella's holds had been filled with water on the twenty-third. could mattingly have been involved in that?
On Monday, the doctor allowed me to leave the hospital and I went back to my apartment. I go out a bottle of black label whisky and sat down in the living room with the telephone. I was going to talk to everyone who might have damaged my car and tried to kill me. My anger had disappeared as my shoulder had got better, but I was determined to discover the truth about my accident.
Pole star line told me the Lucella had delivered her grain in buffalo and was on the way to Erie. The ship wouldn’t be back in Chicago until June. I phoned Eudora grain and got Phillips’s address from Janet.
My insurance company had provided me with another car, a Chevette, and I drove up to lake bluff. The town is a tiny pocket of wealth, and the houses were huge, with beautiful gardens. The weak spring sun shone on trees which were just showing their pale green leaves.
The Phillipses lived in a house on the shore of lake Michigan, with a three-car garage. A woman in her early forties answered the door. She was wearing a simple dress which probably cost 250 dollars. Her make-up was perfect, and diamonds hung from her ears.
‘Good afternoon, Mrs. Phillips. l’m Ellen Edwards with tri-state research. We’re interviewing wives of important businessmen and I wanted to talk to you. Do you have a few minutes?’
‘is this going to appear in a newspaper?’
‘oh no. we’re talking to five hundred women, and no names will be used.’
She agreed, and I asked her a few questions. They had lived in lake bluff for five years. Before that they lived in park forest south which was much closer to the port. Lake bluff was a wonderful place to live. They could said on the lake and play tennis at the maritime club.
‘let’s lake a normal day and go through it – say last Thursday. What time did you get up?’
I heard all the details of her life. The hours at the tennis club, the shops. At last she gave me the information I’d come for : clayton hadn’t got home that night until after nine o’clock.
'i've been playing hockey in quebec for two weeks, and when i got back last night there was a letter from him! he mailed it the day before he died.' he pulled a letter from the pocket of his jacket and passed it to me.
pierre, i thought i saw howard the other day in a very odd place. i tried calling him, but wife said he was quebec with you. give me a ring when you get back and let me know. boom boom
'who's howard? howard mattingly?
pierre nodded. mattingly was another ice hockey player with the black hawks,though not on the first team. boom boom never liked him-he couldn't even play hockey.
the letter seemed unconnected with the problems i was trying to solve. but it had been important to boom boom. he had written the letter on the twenty-sixth. when had he seen mattingly? the lucella's holds had been filled with water on the twenty-third. could mattingly have been involved in that?
On Monday, the doctor allowed me to leave the hospital and I went back to my apartment. I go out a bottle of black label whisky and sat down in the living room with the telephone. I was going to talk to everyone who might have damaged my car and tried to kill me. My anger had disappeared as my shoulder had got better, but I was determined to discover the truth about my accident.
Pole star line told me the Lucella had delivered her grain in buffalo and was on the way to Erie. The ship wouldn’t be back in Chicago until June. I phoned Eudora grain and got Phillips’s address from Janet.
My insurance company had provided me with another car, a Chevette, and I drove up to lake bluff. The town is a tiny pocket of wealth, and the houses were huge, with beautiful gardens. The weak spring sun shone on trees which were just showing their pale green leaves.
The Phillipses lived in a house on the shore of lake Michigan, with a three-car garage. A woman in her early forties answered the door. She was wearing a simple dress which probably cost 250 dollars. Her make-up was perfect, and diamonds hung from her ears.
‘Good afternoon, Mrs. Phillips. l’m Ellen Edwards with tri-state research. We’re interviewing wives of important businessmen and I wanted to talk to you. Do you have a few minutes?’
‘is this going to appear in a newspaper?’
‘oh no. we’re talking to five hundred women, and no names will be used.’
She agreed, and I asked her a few questions. They had lived in lake bluff for five years. Before that they lived in park forest south which was much closer to the port. Lake bluff was a wonderful place to live. They could said on the lake and play tennis at the maritime club.
‘let’s lake a normal day and go through it – say last Thursday. What time did you get up?’
I heard all the details of her life. The hours at the tennis club, the shops. At last she gave me the information I’d come for : clayton hadn’t got home that night until after nine o’clock.
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