your dog breath like peppermint

Point number four he resumed imperturbably Mrs. Kershaw was neverrequested to produce a specimen of her husbands handwriting. Why?Because the police clever as you say they are never started on theright tack. They believed William Kershaw to have been murdered; theylooked for William Kershaw. On December the 31st what was presumed to be the body of WilliamKershaw was found by two lightermen: I have shown you a photograph ofthe place where it was found. Dark and deserted it is in all conscience is it not? Just the place where a bully and a coward would decoy anunsuspecting stranger murder him first then rob him of his valuables his papers his very identity and leave him there to rot. The body wasfound in a disused barge which had been moored some time against thewall at the foot of these steps. It was in the last stages ofdecomposition and of course could not be identified; but the policewould have it that it was the body of William Kershaw. The man in the corner cocked his funny thin head on one side and lookedat Polly; then he took up his beloved bit of string and deliberatelyuntied every knot he had made in it. When it was quite smooth he itout upon the table. I will take you if you like point by point along the line ofreasoning which I followed myself and which will inevitably lead you as it led me to the only possible solution of the mystery.

chapter 1 willow chance A genius shoots at something no one else can see, and hits it. We sit together outside the Fosters Freeze at a seagreen, metal picnic table. All four of us. We eat soft ice cream, which has been plunged into a vat of liquid chocolate (that then hardens into a crispy shell). I dont tell anyone that what makes this work is wax. Or to be more accurate: edible, foodgrade paraffin wax. As the chocolate cools, it holds the vanilla goodness prisoner. Our job is to set it free. Ordinarily, I dont even eat icecream cones. And if I do, I obsess in such a precise way as to prevent even a drop of disorder. But not today. Im in a public place. Im not even spying. And my icecream cone is a big, drippy mess. Im right now someone that other people might find interesting to observe. Why Well first of all, Im speaking Vietnamese, which is not my native tongue. I really like that expression because in general, I think people dont give this contracting muscle credit for how much work it does. So thank you, tongue. Sitting here, shaded by the afternoon sun, Im using my Vietnamese whenever I can, which turns out to be often. Im talking to my new friend Mai, but even her alwayssurly and scarybecausehesolder big brother, Quangha, says a few words to me in their now only semi secret language. Dell Duke, who brought us here in his car, is quiet. He does not speak Vietnamese. I do not like to exclude people (Im the one who is always excluded, so I know how that feels), but Im okay with Mr.