The Second Confesion

“It's a coincidence, you see,” Archer explained. “Sunday night he got blackjacked and robbed, and Monday night he got run over and killed. A sort of epidemic of violence. It makes me want to ask, was there any connection?” “If you're asking me, none that I know of.” “Maybe not But there were circumstances-I won't say suspicious, but peculiar.

You gave a false name and address when you reported it at the State Police barracks.” “I gave the name Goodwin.” “Don't quibble,” Wolfe muttered, pouring beer.