“It would appear,” said Thomas, “that someone has assassinated our assassin.”
“Could be suicide,” Bright suggested.
Thomas shook his head and pointed to a trail of smeared red across the bed. “No, he was stabbed when he was in another position and dragged into the center of the bed.”
“Who would have a motive?” Bright wondered.
“Offhand, I might suggest any relative of any of his victims.”
“I looked around the room,” Bright said, “but there’s no sign of monkeys, stuffed or otherwise. I did find this note, though.” She held out a piece of paper to Martia.
The young woman took no part in this discussion. She stared fixedly for perhaps a minute at the body on the bed and snatched the paper from Bright, stuffing it apathetically into her purse without looking at it. She backed away slowly
