The Second Confesion

“He sure likes to keep a call down to a nickel. By the way, do you mind if I call him Whosis instead of X? It reminds me of algebra and I was rotten at it.” “I sincerely hope,” Wolfe muttered, “that there will never be another occasion to refer to him.” But one came the very next day, this morning, when the package arrived, and its contents raised a question that has not been answered and probably never will be. Did X have so many ways of learning things that he knew how much had been shelled out to Mr Jones, or was it just a coincidence that the package contained exactly fifteen grand? Anyhow, tomorrow I'll make my second trip to a certain city in New Jersey, and then the total in the safe deposit box will be a nice round figure. The name I go by there need not be told, but I can say that it is not William Reynolds.

The tail's third section is not only private but strictly personal, and it goes beyond phone calls, though there are those too. This coming weekend at Stony Acres I expect no complications like dope in the drinks, and I won't have to bother with a camera. Recently I quit calling her ma’am.

The End

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