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    A great story of crime and detection in the tradition
of Dashiell Hammett and Alfred Hitchcock…
    The box was mailed to the Police Commissioner
himself.
    The wrapping was ordinary brown paper.
    The box was five inches long, two inches wide, and one
inch deep.
    It looked ideal for mailing a wristwatch.
    But there was no watch in it
    Just a finger.
    A lady's finger.
    The police lab turned up traces of anesthetic. So the
lady was probably alive.
    Detective Sgt Pablo Sanchez was presented with a pretty
problem: Where was the rest of the lady?