Matson51-04-2991Candys Last Case

Hello Yukon 2809. Yes, this is Candy-Metson. I do declare Candy. This is a madadash in the one made by Paul Riviere. Look out for that man. I see him, Rembrandt.

I know it. You know it. What does he... What's the reason for this wild scrambled girl? I started to explain, Ducky. Look at that car up ahead about a block. Yes, it's a police car.

That's right. And you know who's driving? Lieutenant Ray Maller, that's who? A whom? Oh, Maller's driving. There's no reason to get yourself such a snit. I imagine that's driven before. I'm not worried about the mechanical aspects of placing a car in motion and guiding it to a predetermined terminal.

It's the reason behind it that bothers me. Who said reason being what? I don't know what the reason is, and that's the rub. For days, Mallory's been avoiding me like a plague. I call him on the phone, all I get are muffled sentences. Nothing makes sense.

Last night I waited in front of the Hall of Justice and followed him when he left. And where did he lead you dear? Into a pool room, some such thing. No, pool room, I wouldn't have minded. I shooped a pretty good stick of snooker, you know?

At the side of the point, Candy, come now concentrate. Where did Mallard lead you? To a small hotel on illustrate. He met a man in the lobby who was wearing dark glasses. They huddled in a corner and talked for a while.

Then Mallard left. I didn't duck back fast enough, and Mallard saw me. Oh, brother, what a balling out I got. From strain. With that, he got in his car and drove away like Frantic. That certainly doesn't sound like Mallard.