I sighed "I can't believe it. Michael was so nice."
"Nice? Clever, you mean. Gifted. Ruthless. Sly. He took such pains to make people like him, simply because he understood you all so well. Better than you did yourselves sometimes. He flattered Mona Brandon, was candid with you, cool and businesslike with me. He should have done something constructive with such a talent. He certainly was a better artist than criminal, though. He walked right into our traps."
"So you did work on the case?"
"Oh, no. Just helped the sheriff out a bit."
"You're modest."
"Me? You ought to ee me strutting around on a case of my own!"
(from The Turquoise Shop, by Frances Crane)
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