Energetic sleuth David Carroll, whose probe into police corruption has made him unpopular at headquarters, is put in charge of an investigation into the shooting murder of civic reformer Edward Hamilton -- and the three people trying to confess to the crime!
"My nerves are--very good. You see, I--I--" She was shaken with a sudden paroxysm of sobs, and the police commissioner turned dazedly to Larry O'Brien.
"What is she talking about?"
"That I dunno, sor, excipt that she came in here a bit agone all shook up like ye see her now, sor, and says that she killed Mr. Hamilton!"
"What? Good God!" Hall stared in amazement, and then voiced the thought that was uppermost in the minds of each: "It's ridiculous!"
"I said as much, sor; but she says she shot him--"
"I shot him," said Eunice dully. "Just a little while ago. I came right down in the car to give myself up."
"Here!" Hall placed his hands paternally on her shoulders. "You are unnerved, and I'm afraid--not quite yourself. You know that you didn't shoot Mr. Hamilton."
Again she was calm, although her body was still wracked by an occasional sob.
"You mean that you think I did not-- even after I say that I did? That is very foolish, Mr. Hall. I shot Mr. Ham
Fun and engaging Even though I had the murderer pegged from early in the book, the story itself was worth reading on its own. Enjoy!
Improbable coincidences from the start first made me doubt the quality of this detective novel. But it all works out somehow, and it develops into an unusual and interesting plot.