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Ladreque’s Last Case

Ladreque swiveled his head groggily. He was sprawled against the
Schlagenkirch Altar, which had moved sufficiently to activate the
alarm. “Uh, I don’t know. Maybe I tripped and fell. Yeah, that’s it. I
just stumbled into it.”
“Hey, if you been drinking, man, you gonna have a lot of
explaining to do.”
“Drinking? No, just tired. Maybe I’m not cut out for this night
watchman business.” Ladreque got to his feet, vaguely aware of a
commotion of which he was rapidly becoming the center. “You
know, my brother-in-law is making a lot of money selling mail-order
lingerie. I think I’ll call him and see if he needs any help.”

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