39 Death Of A Mystery Writer

Captain Wright. Mr. Nal.

I'd like to see you as soon as convenient. That is very open. Very well, at your office? Law. Law, make me at the office of the Beacon magazine. That is very well. I know where it is. I'll be there in 20 minutes.

Oh, well. Order on a short call card to the rear door. Yes, sir. I'm Mr. Merrill.

How you doing? This is Mr. Peters. I'm 99. How you doing? Sit down, Captain. Fine. Peters here called me at home this morning with a very strange story. You tell him, Peter, just as you told me.

Yes, sir. Do you know what's been ventured? The writer? Yes. He's probably the best known of modern detective story writers. Yes, I know. We're doing a series for us, known as the perfect murder. You may have read it.

No, I haven't. Well, nevertheless, we contracted for a series of eight episodes from him. We go to press this week with a last of the series. Well, the last episode is due the day before yesterday.

I teleported a part in the find-out fellow who's to be delivered and I received the answer. I said I mentioned to the attention home and it was there a ply this morning. I received this in the mail You read it from me well, it's a letter from French it may last back to the post of the station near the apartment

Perfect murder shall never be completed when you'll read these words. I shall be dead Sign sent you are you sure the signatures genuine? Yes, and have you called as a department today? Secretary is an phony all morning I expect the best course to follow will be to go to the apartment ourselves.