Monk in Outer Space @page { margin-bottom: 5.000000pt; margin-top: 5.000000pt; } 20 Mr. Monk and the Deadly Triangle This was the part that I liked best, when everything about the case seemed so clear and I felt stupid for not seeing how everything fit together. But Monk was taking his sweet time getting to it. “I owe you an apology, Lieutenant,” Monk said. “For what?” Disher asked him. “You were way ahead of me on this one,” Monk said. “I was?” Disher said. “I was still so emotionally disturbed by my stained carpet that I wasn’t thinking clearly enough to appreciate that you’d seen the key to the whole case.” “It’s completely understandable, Monk,” Stottlemeyer said. “Who among us wouldn’t be completely rattled by a coffee stain on the carpet?” “Thank you, Captain,” Monk said, totally missing that he was being patronized. “So what was it that I saw?” Disher asked. “The deadly triangle—the two shots to the chest and the one to the head,”
