Mr Noyes is escorted to the backroom of coffee house where he is set upon by footpads masquerading as itinerant castrato singers and their servants. A swift melee ensues. Mr Noyes sees them off and looks for his leather case but to no avail. Questions to a servant reveals that a cloaked figure was seen leaving with the case...
Never trust itinerant castratos.
ReplyDeleteThe plot thickens !
ReplyDeleteGreat photo!
ReplyDeleteI confess! It was me! I took the case! ... and the Maltese Falcon! ...and I have Judge Crater at my summer house!
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