Reggie the Rat was a real rat.
What they call a squealer, a snitch, or a buzzboy in the colorful language of the streets. In other words, he gave information on people he knew. And this time Dumbrow knew that Reggie knew something about a recent jewelry store robbery.
Thinking he could get the little rodent to talk, Dumbrow had cornered him at his job at the local library on the other side of town and took him down to the precinct for questioning.
But time was running out and they both knew that Dumbrow could only hold Reggie for another hour. Then he would have to let him go. At the end of his dim wits, Dumbrow threatened to pin an unrelated theft on Reggie if he didn’t cooperate. The Rat finally broke down and confessed that he had hidden the names of the thieves in a book in the library.
“Where exactly?” Dumbrow demanded.
“Right between pages 123 and 124 of a copy of Murder My Sweet by Raymond Chandler.
“Which shelf?”
“Dunno. The librarian put it away.”
Dumbrow had his jacket on and was almost out the door when he saw me shaking my head sadly. I instantly knew that Dumbrow was off on a wild goose chase and I told him so.
What exactly did I tell Dumbrow?
Nano Solution_____________________________________________
“That Murder My Sweet was only 122 pages long?”
“Nice try! But the real answer is far more obvious, which is the way I like them. You can’t hide anything at all between pages 123 and 124 of any book since they are on two sides of the same sheet of paper!”
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