Lieutenant Con Noonan

10. august 2011 at 12:15 | Thalia Contostavlos
"You again," Noonan said.
I nodded. "That's exactly what I was thinking. I haven't seen you since the time I didn't run my car over Louis Rony."
I didn't expect him to wince, and he didn't. "You're here investigating that dog poisoning at Hillside Kennels."
I had no comment.
"Weren't you?" he snapped. "If you're answering questions."
"Oh, I beg your pardon. I didn't know it was a question. It sounded more like a statement."
"You are investigating the dog poisoning?"
"I started to. I spent an hour at it there with Leeds, before we came here to dinner."
"So he said. Make any progress?"
"Nothing remarkable. For one thing, I had kibitzers, which is no help. Mrs. Frey and Mr. Hammond."
"Did you all come over here together?"
"No. Leeds and I came about an hour after Mrs. Frey and Mr. Hammond left."
"Did you drive?"
"Walked. He walked and I ran."
"You ran? Why?"
"To keep up with him."
Noonan smiled. He has the meanest smile I know of except maybe Boris Karloff. "You get your comedy from the comics, don't you, Goodwin?"
"Yes, sir."
"Tell me about the dinner here and afterwards. Make it as funny as you can."

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