Murder and the Wanton Bride

Начало книги

The hotel lobby was large and brightly lighted, and small groups and couples stood about chatting animatedly as he slid unobtrusively through the revolving door from the street and stepped to one side to peer about nearsightedly.

He was medium height, with rather full cheeks that were quite pallid in contrast to the suntanned countenances of the majority of the other guests. He wore a dark gray business suit and carefully polished black shoes and a neat, black bow-tie that also contrasted strongly with the white dinner jackets and gaily colored sports attire gathered in the lobby of the Hotel Donchester at the height of Miami Beach’s winter season.

No one paid him the slightest heed as he settled rimless glasses on his nose and surveyed the room studiously. He swallowed after a moment and touched the tip of his left forefinger to his short, graying mustache, and a curious expression flitted across his face momentarily. It might have been a look of relief or of disappointment.

Читать дальше →