The Last Woman in His Life

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And so Ellery stood there, watching the BOAC jet take the Scot away.

He was still standing alone on his island when a hand touched his.

He turned around and it was, of all people, Inspector Queen.

“El,” his father said, squeezing his arm. “Come on, I’ll buy you a cup of coffee.”

The old boy always comes through, Ellery thought over his second cup in the airport restaurant.

“Son, you can’t monkey around in this business without once in a while running into the back of your own hand,” the Inspector said. “It didn’t have to happen this way. You let yourself get involved with the guy. If I allowed myself that kind of foolishness I’d have had to toss my shield in years ago. Human flesh can’t stand it.”

Ellery raised his hand as if the other were on the Bible. “So help me Hannah, I’ll never make that mistake again.”

Having said this, he found his glance coming to rest on Benedict and Marsh, in man-to-man conversation at the other side of the dining room.

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