What happened next?â
âI came to the office right away, and there he was, dead. I called the cops.â
âYou didnât touch anything?â
âI switched off the light and pulled the curtains so no one could see. All the windows across the street were full of people looking.â
âWhere was he lying?â
âRight here.â Tse pointed to the floor by the desk. âIâll show you.â He lay down beside the desk. âSee?â
âWas there any blood? Were his clothes torn?â
âHe fell down dead. A heart attack. He just came to work. He had a cup of coffee on his desk.â
âAll right. Now I have to see the police.â
âLucy, David was your cousin, right? Why is it you havenât seen him for twenty years?â
âThe two families lost touch, I guess. You know?â
âNo. My family gets together. We like each other. How come Anglo families donât like each other?â
She turned to look at him and saw that he was teasing her. âWe do, really. Itâs just that we donât like anybody much. Now leave me alone. I have to get ready for the police.â
Her first stop was the morgue to pick up her cousinâs personal effects. She asked the attendant to get rid of Davidâs clothes, taking with her only the envelope of valuables â a billfold with seventeen dollars and two credit cards, a plastic wallet-sized lens for reading the small print in telephone books, a watch, and a pair of hornrimmed bifocals. From the morgue, she went to the police headquarters on College Street where she tracked down the sergeant who had investigated Trimbleâs death. He listened to her questions, tapped at a computer, found what he wanted, and read it to her. âDavid Trimble died of naturalcauses. A massive coronary. There was an autopsy. No sign of foul play. Take a look.â
Lucy leaned over to read the screen. âThere was an abrasion on his cheek,â she pointed out.
âI did notice that at the time,â the sergeant said. He pressed a key. âRead my report.â
The abrasion was noted. It was consistent, the sergeantâs report said, with having hit his head on the desk as he fell. Lucy opened her mouth to speak.
âRead on.â
Next came the laboratory report. The technicians had found a trace of Davidâs skin on the metal edge of the desk.
âI see.â She thought about it. âCould he have been threatened, frightened by someone who knew he had a bad heart? I know of several cases like that.â
âIn Toronto?â
âNot in Toronto, no.â One was on the Balkan Express in 1936; two others were in England, one in a vicarage, the other at the University of Oxbridge. âBut if someone did that, wouldnât it constitute a kind of assault?â
âThere was no evidence of anyone else in the room, except the landlord who found him. The room was locked. No break-ins, nothing disturbed. It was natural causes, Mrs. Brenner. He was practically an invalid according to the pathologist. Anything could have brought it on, or nothing.â
âBut what about this break-in?â
This was news to the sergeant. Lucy told him what had been happening.
The sergeant listened, then explained. âQueen and Egerton is kind of cosmopolitan. When the word got out that your cousin had died, thereâd be any number of localcitizens who might decide theyâd take a look, pick up anything thatâs loose.â
âBut they didnât steal anything.â
âMaybe they were looking for money.â
âQuite a coincidence.â
âIt isnât a coincidence, is it? A coincidence has to be surprising. Talk to the Break-and-Enter squad. Theyâll tell you that there were a hundred and eighteen breakins in the Queen and Bathurst area last year.â
âHow do you know?â
âI donât. Iâm making it all up. But that would be
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