Death Blew out the Match

Take the easy chair by the window. Comfortable. Good. The book is on the shelf. Yes, there it is. That's throughout the match. A very absorbing story of death and mystery on a small island. Let's look at it under the reading lamp.

It was an evening early in May, and the waters around the Cape just off the coast of Massachusetts were buried under a fog as thick and as massive as any you'd want to see. Uncautiously, a small boat makes its way slowly toward one of the islands off the cake.

In the boat, there are Elisha Macumber and Anne Waldron. Well, this is something. I'm glad we're almost there. Yep. You've been scared, Miss Waldron? Well, not scared, Elisha, but if I hadn't gone into you and you beddered, I'd have sent them out there.

Not even knowing himself could have persuaded me to take a boat ride in this fog. What's new on the island? Oh, that's as much unless you're a counting mysterious stranger. Mysterious? Cause himself David Hyland gets mail from New York, Washington, Boston, but you're every day.

Nobody knows what's in it. You don't talk. Maybe he's an ex-sailor with a sweetheart in every port. This could be. But I'm chairman of the board of selectment, and it's my duty to keep the peace on that, I'm...

You've always managed to lie, sir. What else is new? Leonard Case is there too. Leonard? Yeah, four weeks now. Then Marra Van Wick must be there. Okay. I guess Mr. Case will be mighty glad to see you, Miss Walden.

Why should he be glad? I reckon the Fuella gets pretty lonesome with the plastic ass on each leg. Cast or cast, Leonard? Got both his legs broken and automobile accident a few months ago. I think Idya might know about it.