Three to Get Deadly
“Then, to be extra sure, I jury-rigged a tower of pots and pans in front of the door, so that if the door was opened the pots would come crashing down and wake me up. I’d done this once before with a tower of glasses. It had worked like a charm except for the broken glass all over the floor and the necessity of drinking from paper cups until my next paycheck arrived.
I reread my scribblings on the steno pad, but no wondrous revelation jumped off the page at me.
At 5 A.M. the pots clattered to ...the floor, and I rushed out in my flannel nightshirt to find Ranger smiling in my foyer.
“Hey babe,” Ranger said.
I picked my way around the pots and examined my door. The two Yale locks were intact, the bolt was thrown, the chain was attached. My conclusion was that Ranger had knocked the pots over when he slid under the doorjamb.
“I don’t suppose it would do me any good to ask how you got in,” I said.
“Someday when things are slow we’ll have a class in advanced B and E.”
“You ever hear of a doorbell?”MoreLess
I reread my scribblings on the steno pad, but no wondrous revelation jumped off the page at me.
At 5 A.M. the pots clattered to ...the floor, and I rushed out in my flannel nightshirt to find Ranger smiling in my foyer.
“Hey babe,” Ranger said.
I picked my way around the pots and examined my door. The two Yale locks were intact, the bolt was thrown, the chain was attached. My conclusion was that Ranger had knocked the pots over when he slid under the doorjamb.
“I don’t suppose it would do me any good to ask how you got in,” I said.
“Someday when things are slow we’ll have a class in advanced B and E.”
“You ever hear of a doorbell?”MoreLess
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