Understudy for Death
Charles Willeford
"To Marion Huneker,” I raised my glass, “wherever she may be."
"To Marion Huneker,” I raised my glass, “wherever she may be."
"One hundred and fifty miles to the northwest, a few lazy bends along the river Danube, an exhibition featuring the works of Sir Peter Paul Rubens—painter, scholar, diplomat, spy—limped toward its melancholy conclusion."
"I was watching the waves at a left point break we call Palmitos while soaking my foot in a tide pool."
"It was embarrassing to take the bus, but it was doubly embarrassing to hand the driver a coupon that had been cut out of the back of a Cheerios box."
"It occasionally crossed Alexander, Earl of Greengrass’s mind that his past would come back to haunt him."
"Why the hell’s he getting involved in the investigation? That’s not his turf. And why you?"
"Catherine While woke with a start and the feeling—the certainty—that somebody was in the house."
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