The case of Miss Fraser (2)
I knocked on her door and it was opened almost immediately. “Ah!” she beamed.
“You’re just in time for coffee.”
I followed her inside. She kept a beautiful home, wholesale designer handbags, furnished with antiques and interesting paintings. The carpets were thick and the furniture was of good quality. On a tray were a silver coffee set and delicate china cups.
Miss Fraser told me more about her battle with Jackson, agreeing that her latest visit to the police had terrified him, fake designer bags and he’d fled. But she insisted on letting me know about his other activities. He would enter her house when she was out, tilt pictures and hide things so she couldn’t find them. He played drums at night and was the cause of the swarms of insects that had invaded her kitchen.
As I sipped her delicious coffee, she talked on and on. But when I asked specific questions, it evidently showed that she had never seen Jackson. She would give me no description at all. Finally, wholesale replica handbags, I managed to leave.
Sergeant Barstow smiled kindly as I entered the station. “Well, Nick, did you kick Jackson out of that house?”
“Jackson!” I cried. “Who is he?”
“There is no Jackson,” he said. “Miss Fraser is lonely and she likes company. Today she had a charming young man in for coffee and that will keep her going for a week or two. But she’ll be back to see us, wholesale replica designer handbags, mark my words.”
I laughed. “You made the arrangement for me, didn’t you?”
“We always let the new young men deal with Miss Fraser, Nick. She loves them. It gives her deep satiation. That’s what we are here for, isn’t, to satisfy the public?”
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