Murder In The Telephone Exchange - Plot & Excerpts
Sitting in the back seat and holding my big hat safely on my knees, I received quite a thrill when a policeman on point duty saluted as we passed. How Mac would have enjoyed it; that is, if she wasn’t in her present distrait mood. We had had a lot of fun together, Mac and I. Our personalities seemed to harmonize, which was remarkable because I am not overfond of my own sex. I suppose that comes from working amongst females—a hundred of them to one male. Fortunately, chattering is strictly forbidden in the trunkroom, and after work the quicker one gets away from the place the happier one is. I already knew where Sarah Compton lived. When I first came to town, a rather shy and awkward country girl, I’ll admit, she approached me to rent one of the furnished rooms in her East Melbourne house. Luckily someone intervened, and gave me some sound advice as to what type of woman I was up against. I was told that she made one pay “through the nose” under a legal arrangement that did not permit one to back out of the proposition if dissatisfied.
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