Seymour Johnston is a vain, silly man, but that's not how he sees himself. Nor does he see himself the way his late father did--as a man who couldn't be trusted with a large inheritance, a man who needed to make his own way in the world. That's why Seymour's father left all his money to his sister, Seymour's Aunt Muriel. Of course, once she is dead, the money will all go to him. But the middle-aged Aunt Muriel does not seem destined to die any time soon. In the meantime, how will Seymour keep his antique shop going? More important, how will he be able to enjoy any of the finer things in life? When Seymour, reduced to eating in a diner, finds a wallet someone had dropped, the answer comes to him immediately.
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Seymour puts the blackmail note in the left hand desk drawer, which is otherwise empty. Later the detective removes it from the right hand drawer, which is full of papers. See more
I suppose you could say it began that Easter Sunday. I was spending the weekend at my Aunt Muriel's house in Norwich, Connecticut. A place I was forced to spend many weekends. Not that I found my aunt's company particularly congenial, far from it. But the food was fair and even she didn't have the effrontery to charge me for my visits. Not that she wasn't capable of doing even that. As a matter of fact, nothing my aunt did would be too surprising. But that weekend, she ...