Cute writer prints blown up letters
"He's the one doing all the digging and tearing the house apart. "Do you suppose," Dulcie said, slitting her eyes, "do you suppose it was Dirken on the hill last night?" Over their heads, sparrows and finches zoomed, diving low in the watery sunshine. After the rain, the tall grass through which they padded was fresh and sweet-scented, alive with insects buzzing and rustling. The two cats, watching her, hurried across the empty two-lane highway and started up the hill. The moment she spied them she lashed her bushy tail as if she had been impatiently waiting. Joe and Dulcie saw her at once as they came up from the village onto the grassy verge along Highway One. THE TORTOISESHELL kit stood high up Hellhag Hill, above the cave, atop the pale rocks that flanked it. They couldn't drop a killer in Harper's lap without some hard facts, without enough solid physical evidence for Harper to take to the grand jury and for a prosecutor to take to court.Īnd Joe Grey moved on into the village, turning over in his sly feline mind every possible method he could think of for snaring the murderer. Who else had been on Hellhag Hill last night, before the cops arrived? Who would want to kill Newlon Greenlaw and hurt Pedric? And Joe Grey wondered, would the little, wild tortoiseshell kit succeed in picking out the attacker?īut even if she did identify the man, still they needed proof. If I paid for this paper, I'd cancel the damn subscription."Īnd he left the house, stopping to rake the living-room rug, then shouldering out through his cat door.īut, trotting quickly up the sunny street, he forgot the petty letter-writer, and fixed again on the tragedy of last night, on the dark, rainswept hill, on the swinging lights of the police torches. "The Gazette has no right to print such trash. Some cop-hater with an ax to grind." He dropped from Clyde's shoulder to the table and ripped his claws down the letters column. Probably some clown who lives on the wrong side of the law himself. "Who wrote this? Some guy who doesn't like Harper. Local businesses are losing money, our visitors have been approached by confidence artists, and the police are doing nothing to arrest and detain the lawbreakers. The sudden outbreak of such crimes seems to have received no response from Police Captain Harper. We don't need shoplifters and petty thieves. What is Captain Harper doing to prevent the sudden increase in crime in our village? Molena Point relies heavily on the tourist trade, on its reputation for a slow, people-friendly, low-crime environment. SHOPLIFTING LOSSES TRIPLE IN RECENT WEEKS When did I have time to read it?" Leaping to Clyde's shoulder, he balanced heavily, scanning the three columns of letters. "How could I read it? You've been picking at me all morning. Picked it up, jerking it from under Joe's paws. "Well, at least I… " Clyde stopped, looked again at the paper. How could you lock them in cages? Oh, just wook at the oootsy wootsy doggies.' And now look at them you've already spoiled Selig rotten." I wanted to let the pound feed them and find homes for them. "My pups? I was the one who wanted to take those two to the pound.