“You won’t want this stiff any more,” I said to him. “I’m going to take it away and buy it a meal.”
Myra flashed into her clothes.
“Come on, Doc,” she said, slipping her arm through his, “let’s get out of here.”
As we went out, the morgue attendant gave a low wail and collapsed once more on the floor.
Chapter NINTEEN
I REALLY don’t think that I need keep you any longer. If you have read this far you’ll probably be like Maddox who never could bring himself to believe my story and if I hadn’t left New York, I’m sure he would have shanghaied me into a nut house.
The only defence I offer is that strange things do happen. I’m not suggesting that you should believe everything you read or hear, but if you make a habit of doubting everything you will miss much of the fun in life.
It was nice to have Doc Ansell with us again. It was nice for me to have Myra without Arym and to know that she wouldn’t suddenly shoot into the air or vanish without warning. She meant a lot to me and if I’d had to have her with her black magic, I wouldn’t have hesitated. But after the new moon she settled down to normal life again.
There was no trouble in getting Bogle out of jail. Summers was so pleased to have Kruger and his mob on ice that he was willing to give way of a small matter like releasing Sam.
I cannot close this story without telling you what happen to Whisky. The police rescued him from Peppj and held him for us. At midnight as we were hurrying with Doc to the police headquarters, there was a sudden uproar in the room where they had put Whisky. On going in they found Whisky trying to gnaw an immensely fat Mexican Who had mysteriously appeared out of thin air.