“It began with a row over pancakes, and wound up with a fight over salt.”
She stared incredulously.
“Fact—he said so.”
“And what was the brute’s name?”
He answered, not too readily:
“Why—Bruce Burt.”
“And the man he murdered?”
“They called him Slim Naudain.”
“Naudain!” Her startled cry made him look at her in wonder. “Naudain! What did they call him beside Slim?”
“Frederick was his given name.”