The Overseas (Part 2)

14. august 2011 at 15:12 | Thalia Contostavlos

Warnings: None that I know of :)
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, except the story (which is not much :)


………Inspector Cramer was stunned. He stopped in the doorway and remained staring. Maybe not exactly staring, but definitely looking intently. In any case, he didn't budge even when I ostentatively brushed past him and bumped his shoulder on the way. At first, I thought that the sight of Nero Wolfe and Hercule Poirot sitting together in one room overwhelmed him but after a second, the penny dropped. He didn't care about the little Belgian more than about any other foreigner in the world, the thing that what was getting to him was that the detective was sitting in the red leather chair. His red leather chair.
………"Inspector, please, sit down." said Wolfe and gave Cramer one of his bigger nods - his head went whole two inches down and back again. Then shot me a glance.
………I got his message, angled the yellow chair that was in front of my desk for Cramer to sit down and then turned to our other guests: "Gentlemen, this is the head of Manhattan Homicide, Inspector Cramer. Inspector, this is Mr. Poirot, I'm sure you've heard of him. His companion Captain Hastings and Chief Inspector Japp of British Scotland Yard." I emphasized the word ´Chief´ just to see what happens, but Cramer didn't even flinch.
………"What brings you here, Mr. Cramer?" Wolfe spoke again.
………"Well," he started slowly and moved uncomfortably in his chair, "I came to ask for a favor. Yesterday, we found this-" he gave me a piece paper he pulled out of his pocket, "on a crime scene. It looks familiar to me and Purley swears, he'd seen it before too. We just can't remember where."
………I looked at the paper. It was white, quite ordinary, six by nine and there was a list of names written on it:
………Sinclair Meade
………Sinclair Sampson
………Barry Bowen
………David Yerkes
………Ernest Vinson
………Dorian Vick
………Oscar Sniff
………Oscar Cody
………Lawrence McCue
………Mark McCue
………Mark Flick
………Mack Flick
………Louis Gill
………Lewis Gill
………It certainly looked familiar. Fourteen definitely made-up names. Where have I seen it before? Suddenly the penny dropped. I stood up, handed the paper to Wolfe and went to search our filing cabinet.
………Cramer stood up as well and watched my back as I rifled through the files. "You remember?"
………I nodded. "I think, I do."
………I heard Wolfe rumble. So he didn't remember. My ego went straight through the roof.
………Cramer interrupted my train of thoughts. "So?"
 

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