The Inspector slammed the receiver and yelled: "Ready?"
"For the love of Peter," panted Ellery from the bedroom, "what d'ye think I am - a fireman? What is this, anyway?" He appeared in the living-room doorway in unlaced shoes, trousers with hanging suspenders, unbottoned shirt, necktie in hand. Djuna gaped from the kitchen.
"Grab your hat and coat and finish dressing in the cab!" shouted the Inspector, yanking Ellery toward the foyer. "Come on!" And he dived through the door.
Ellery made a strangled sound and scrambled after, the tongues of his oxfords flapping dismally.
"But the oofs?" moaned Djuna.
There was no answer except the thunder of feet running down the stairs.
(from The Chinese Orange Mystery, by Ellery Queen)
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