“Was in the same condition?”
“Well, yes. But it proved finally to be a false alarm.”
“Unfortunately, Madeen experienced no false alarms. She did what she thought was best—and she assures me of your discretion, as she has mine.”
“In any event it’s over now, isn’t it?”
“Yes, it is,” Bradley said, “and now I have taken the risk of coming here to tell you Madeen needs you.”
“You said she was comfortable.”
“I was speaking of the purely physical, my dear. In the psychological realm we have another situation. Tomorrow she’ll feel better. But right now, she is experiencing a rather terrible kind of aloneness.”
Compassion flooded Julia’s eyes. “I’ll get my coat,” she said.
“My place isn’t far,” Bradley told her, “We’ll walk over—and you’ll have the opportunity to get your thoughts in order.”
When they entered his dark apartment, Bradley was fleetingly grateful to Julia for not having told Caraway the truth she had discovered so recently about her condition. The truth that had caused her to refrain from mailing that final letter to him.
I’m glad he ceased to exist so far as you were concerned, my dear, Bradley thought. I wonder how quickly he’ll tire in the digging of a double grave.
Before he turned on the light, he let the scalpel slip from his coatsleeve into his steel-steady hand.
Table of Contents
DEATH OF A DEAD MAN
PARTNERS OF THE DARK
TRUCK DRIVERS LIKE GIRLS
MURDER SLICK AS A WHISTLE
THE MARROW OF JUSTICE
MAN ON THE RUN
DEATH, MY LOVE
MINK IS FOR A MINX
MURDER OF AN UNKNOWN MAN
CORPUS DELICTI
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