The neighbours were complaining of the heat. The top floor apartment of the modest Forbes building was owned by Herman P. Herman and he wasn’t answering his door. It was agreed by the other occupants that the caretaker should be called. While they waited, the heat was getting worse.
The caretaker arrived with a spare set of keys. He inserted them in the lock. He did not need to turn them in the slot.
“The door’s not locked.” he said. “It must be locked from the inside. I’m going to call the police.” Continue reading “The mystery of the hot house”
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