“It is,” said Bill. “And what a prize you pulled! You know, it’s a gruesome ending. Funny thing—”
“It’s about the most awful thing you and I have ever been mixed up in, Bill. This canned food business is horrible!”
“I’ll say it is! Makes my bones feel like water just to think of it. But that isn’t what I meant—”
“What then?”
“Why, in every mystery book or detective story I’ve read, the tale ends when the mystery is solved.”
“And what’s that got to do with the price of doped canned goods?”
“Well, this mystery is solved, isn’t it? And yet we’ve got the hardest part of the whole thing ahead of us.”
“Catching old Fanely and pinning the cans to him?”
“That’s it.”
“This,” remarked Osceola, “is not a book, Bill. It’s a racket. Come along and give me a hand with the old woman.”