Andrew Stevens, September 1915
“Mrs. Koehler, there was a man here last week asking me all kinds of questions about Mister Koehler. About you. He said he was a private detective. A former police detective.”
“You told the gumshoe nothing I trust,” interjects the Colonel.
“No, sir. I never made any of your personal lives my business before Mister Koehler passed away and certainly would not presume to do so now.”
“He probably was hired by one of those deadbeat insurance companies refusing to honor their policies,” says Mrs. Koehler. “They all must be worked up now. I had the Newtons file suit against three companies to try to collect on my behalf. Did he say who his client is?”Continue reading “An Ostrich-Plumed Hat: Chapter Eighty-One”