Murder A La Richelieu (American Queens Of Crime Book 2) - Plot & Excerpts
Nothing, absolutely nothing, I thought, was lacking to add to the gloom of that dreary bilious room with the raindrops splattering against the windowpanes and an occasional spiteful flash of lightning illuminating our drawn uneasy faces. Even the inspector, nattily dressed in black serge with a white pin stripe, looked tired and dejected and sterner than I had ever seen him. “It’s beginning to get on his nerves as well as ours,” I muttered. Stephen shrugged his shoulders. “He pushed poor Lottie Mosby across the frontier of safety to her death. Policemen are not paid to have tender consciences, but you may rest assured, Adelaide, that it will be many a day before the inspector frees himself of that responsibility. Naturally he doesn’t want to make the same mistake twice.” I shivered. “You mean he-he-” “It’s his job to force the truth out of people,” said Stephen tersely, “and you must admit that to tell all you know right now is not the most healthful indoor sport which the Richelieu affords.”
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