The Archy McNally Series, Volume 1
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“Mean.”
“By ‘mean’ I presume you wish to imply he’s a bit on the nasty side.”
He nodded.
Jamie really does know things but getting him to divulge them requires infinite patience.
“Anything else you can reveal about the Forsythes’ staff—for or against? What about the chef, Zeke Grenough?”
“He’s straight.”
“And the maids, Sheila and Fern?”
Jamie gave me a gap-toothed grin. He had, I realized, neglected to insert his bridge that morning. “Those two like to party,” he reported. “There was some talk that Forsythe junior was making up to Sheila—she’s the pretty one—but the old man soon put a stop to that.”
“I’ll bet he did,” I said. “And what about the mistress of the castle, Constance Forsythe. Anything on her?”
“Horsey.”
“You mean she looks like a horse?”
“Boards ’em. Got a farm out near Wellington.”
“That’s interesting. Racehorses? Polo ponies?”
“Show horses. Jumpers.”
And that’s all he could tell me about the Forsythes. I finished lunch and handed him a tenner. The Olsons drew a generous salary, of course, but I never considered Jamie’s confidential assistance was included in their monthly stipend so I always slipped him a pourboire for extra services rendered. My father would be furious if he ever learned of it.
Before I returned to the Forsythe manse I went up to my digs and loaded a Mark Cross attaché case with yellow legal pads, file cards, a small magnifying glass, and a roll of gummed labels. Since I was going to be on stage I figured a few props would help authenticate my role as an earnest cataloger of libraries. I also took along my reading glasses, although I hate to wear them in public. They make me look like a demented owl.
The Forsythes’ front door seemed stout enough to withstand a battering ram but was fitted with a rather prissy brass knob in an acanthus design. I pulled it and heard chimes sound within. A moment later the heavy portal was swung open and I was greeted by Sheila, the pretty and nongiggling maid.
“Me again,” I said, giving her my 100-watt Supercharmer smile. (I decided to hold the 150-watt Jumbocharmer for a more propitious time.)
“Oh sure,” she said, stepping back to allow entrance. “You know your way to the library?”
“If I get lost I’ll scream for help,” I said. “What’s your last name, Sheila?”
“Hayworth,” she said. “And no, I’m not related to Rita.”
Saucy, this one.
“You could have fooled me,” I said. “The resemblance is striking.”
We both laughed because she was a shortish blonde on the zoftig side and looked more like Klondike Annie than The Lady from Shanghai. She waggled fingers at me and sashayed away. She was, I noted, wearing high heels, which I thought rather odd for the maidservant of a genteel and apparently hidebound family.
After two wrong turnings in those lugubrious corridors I finally located the library. The door was ajar and I blithely strolled into my designated “combat center.” Then I stopped, entranced. A woman, perched high on the wheeled ladder, was reaching up to select a volume from the top shelf. She was wearing an extremely short denim skirt.
Her position in that literary setting forced me to recall Browning’s apt observation: “Ah, but a man’s reach should exceed his grasp, or what’s a heaven for?”
About the Author
Lawrence Sanders (1920–1998) was the New York Times bestselling author of more than forty mystery and suspense novels. The Anderson Tapes, completed when he was fifty years old, received an Edgar Award from the Mystery Writers of America for best first novel. His prodigious oeuvre encompasses the Edward X. Delaney, Archy McNally, and Timothy Cone series, along with his acclaimed Commandment books. Stand-alone novels include Sullivan's Sting and Caper. Sanders remains one of America’s most popular novelists, with more than fifty million copies of his books in print.
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