Sometimes a Sucker Wins

I hope I haven't kept you waiting. Yes, this is the crime club. I'm the librarian. Sometimes a sucker wins. Yes, we have that story for you. Come right over. Good. Take the easy chair by the window.

Comfortable? The manuscript is on this shelf. Here it is. Sometimes a sucker wins. The very exciting story of a girl who finds the key to her brother's disappearance and opens the door to murder. Let's take a look at it under the reading lamp.

When Joan Adams arrived in the city, she felt uneasy, apprehensive. But the thought of turning back never occurred to her. She had a job to do. one that would require courage and patience. As soon as she'd obtained a room, she phoned district attorney Nelson.

District attorney Nelson was a busy man. At least that's what his secretary told me every time I phoned. But I kept calling, and finally she gave me an appointment. When I arrived there, Nelson made me wait almost an hour.

Then his secretary ushered me into his office. a few minutes he pretended to be busy with the papers on his desk. Then he looked up at me. No, Miss Adams. What did you want to see me about? My brother, Larry. Oh, you read the papers, didn't you? Yes, I read them. Well, the story they printed is a lie. I'm sorry, Miss Adams. I'm afraid I

disagree with you. Look, Mr. Nelson, I've come all the way down here from Hillsborough because I think my brother is dead. I believe he was murdered. I see. And what makes you so sure he was murdered?

I just know it, that's all. Oh, the feminine intuition test, then? I know it's much more than that. I knew my brother better than anyone else in the world. He would never run away from anything.