Murder of Geraldine Foster. E-book. Formato EPUB - 9782383838777

THE disappearance of Geraldine Foster was first reported to the authorities on the third day after Christmas, several years ago.
Only a desk lamp was burning in the famous private office at the north end of the second floor of Police Headquarters at 240 Centre Street, New York City. The rest of the commissioner's room was darkened with the premature shadows of a raw and gusty winter afternoon. Brooding over a shuffle of blue prints, Thatcher Colt sat at his desk, enchanted with the traffic puzzle of a great city.
Finally he glanced up at me quizzically. "You can go. Tony," he said. "You've done enough work for one secretary today."
"Captain Henry wants to see you, but I told him you didn't wish to be disturbed," I replied.
"Oh, well? send him right in."
Captain? now Deputy-Inspector? Israel Henry was in charge of the cluster of offices surrounding the private room of the Police Commissioner of New York City. In this capacity he was the guardian of Thatcher Colt's privacy and all visitors had to see him first.