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FROM THE SUN
Chinese Kill
July 20, 1938. 2:40 PM
Brown hated it. He knew he was missing the cues he relied on to read
personalities. He felt like a visitor to an aquarium. The exhibits were
behind a wall in a different medium, breathing a different air.
C. Tanner Brown, owner of the Sun Detective Agency, had been called in by
the Continental Insurance Agency to investigate a murder in one of the
apartment houses it insured. The apartment house surprised Brown when he
went inside. The interior corridors were covered with expensive mahogany
paneling. The light fixtures were from Tiffany's. The carpet felt deep
enough to require mowing once a week. Sgt. Alex Tong, a short and happy
member of the LAPD chinese division, leaned over to Tanner. "I know. Such
opulence. This is where the rich people who come from China live. Quite
unexpected isn't it?"
Hiram Wong had solved the great mystery. He had been shot in the back hall
of the apartment building by the superintendent of the building, Wo Fat.
Fat looked as much like the traditional Chinese as a brass Buddha does a
Jersey cow. He was over 6' 7" and barrel chested. He sported a long stringy
mustache and good American clothes; Italian shoes, silk shirt and $50 hat.
They spoke to Fat. Or at least, Tong spoke to Fat. Brown stood next to them
feeling invisible and unnecessary. After a lengthy conversation, Sgt. Tong
took him aside. "It's simple enough. Fat heard a noise like someone breaking
a lock. He came upstairs and saw a shape in the dark. He says that he yelled
and the man ran toward him. He says that he had no choice but to fire." Tong
excused Wo Fat. The huge man moved away silently. Brown watched him walk.
Fat filled the hallway the way a fat lady fills a cheap dress.
The two men walked down the dingy corridor toward the body. Tanner was
buffeted by the strange smells and sounds. A pane in the stained glass
window in the end of the corridor was broken. The body of Hiram Wong lay on
its belly with elegance; expensive, perfect suit, manicured nails and thick,
recently cut hair. Blood spread out from the head and chest of the dead man
in a perfect circle soaking the carpet with arrogant abandon.
Brown said, "I hate death. Let's examine Fat's room."
In the bottom of the building, Fat had fixed his room to look like Rudolf
Valentino's harem room in the motion pictures; expensive Persian rugs
covered the concrete of the floor, silk hung on the walls and the bed was
canopied with rich satins.
"Alex, open everything. Fat killed Wong, and we have to prove it. I knew
he's lying, but I need to find out why and where he gets his money."
How did he know Fat was lying, and what was he looking for in the room?
Can you solve the mystery? Think about it for a moment then page down for
the answer. If you enjoy 'Brown from the Sun', look at my book, "Dead Box"
with the same characters at www.lockedroom.com
Answer:
Fat said he killed the 'intruder' as he ran toward him, yet the body of the
dead man showed no bullet holes. Tanner didn't see a bullet hole in the suit
and the back of the man's head looked normal. The entry wound had to be in
the back of the head under the man's thick hair. Brown knew the bullet had
gone through the victims head because it broke a pane of glass therefore it
must have left an exit wound. Exit wounds tend to be much larger and messier
than entry wounds. Tanner wanted to find the records Fat had to keep of his
illegal enterprises. Fat was convicted of extortion and drug distribution.
If you have praise or curses, questions or comments, send them to me at
dlmarsh1044@yahoo.com
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In rec.arts.tv David Marsh <dlmvfm@xmission.com> wrote:
: Brown hated it. He knew he was missing the cues he relied on to read
: personalities. He felt like a visitor to an aquarium. The exhibits were
: behind a wall in a different medium, breathing a different air.
:: [ bobbit ]
And this is on topic because?
--
Islam is a peaceful religion, just as long as the women are beaten, the boys
buggered and the infidels are killed.
: Answer:
: Fat said he killed the 'intruder' as he ran toward him, yet the body of the
: dead man showed no bullet holes. Tanner didn't see a bullet hole in the suit
: and the back of the man's head looked normal. The entry wound had to be in
: the back of the head under the man's thick hair. Brown knew the bullet had
: gone through the victims head because it broke a pane of glass therefore it
: must have left an exit wound. Exit wounds tend to be much larger and messier
: than entry wounds. Tanner wanted to find the records Fat had to keep of his
: illegal enterprises. Fat was convicted of extortion and drug distribution.
: If you have praise or curses, questions or comments, send them to me at
: dlmarsh1044@yahoo.com
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