"Friend corroborate it?"
Mrs. Foster smiled wanly. "She will if asked," she said.
Miller nodded. "My only regret, Mrs. Foster, is that his insurance will
just about cover his embezzlements. The rest--"
"I wouldn't touch it--or him--with a ten-foot pole," she blazed.
Jacobson met Miller at the door. "He got around," he said. "Blackmail,
embezzlement, and outright larceny. There's been talk of drug-peddling
and white slave traffic. Why or how the bird managed to be such a
thorough stinker and still maintain his position here I'll never tell
you."
Miller looked at the coroner, who was just polishing up his job. Miller
said, "Whoever did it did Foster a favor. Between you and me, we'd have
had him between nutcrackers in another week."