Death Swims at Midnight

I hope I haven't kept you waiting. Yes, this is the crime club. I'm the librarian. Death swims at midnight. Yes, we have that story for you. Come right over. You're here. Good. Take the easy chair by the window. Comfortable. The manuscript is on this shelf. Here it is.

swims at midnight. The very exciting story of a singular beach where the tide goes out and murder comes in. Let's look at it under the reading-man. Bill Desmond, the famous private detective and his pint-sized assistant, Maxie Davis, have gone to the resort town of Marbell for a rest. To Maxie's disgust, Bill has dragged him out

of bed at seven in the morning to go for a swim. As they stand at the edge of the boardwalk looking out over the ocean, Maxie brings his sleepy eyes and then turns to glare at his boss. You mean you expect me to go in there? I sure am Maxie. A swim before breakfast is good for the health. For a fish here. Me, I should have stood in

bed. Oh, you'll change your mind when you hit that water. I look it up blue it is. How calm and who knows how cold The water is cold cold is death excuse me, but I'm the scare game Didn't mean to Name's Atkins fuzzy Atkins. They call me. I live in that shack on the old fishing pier

I see weren't thinking to do and some fishing were you I know not this morning too bad And many go fishing these days. Nope. They got other things to do. Well, uh, yes. Excuse us, Fuzzy. We are going for swim.