Bang!

Bang! Help! My dog s been shot. Mrs. O Reilly, living with Arnold Really O Reilly, in a cozy Cape Cod bungalow overlooking the Atlantic in late November was moderately frantic over her wounded pet Arnold, who d always wanted to write a mystery, had a fine collection of unpublished poetry, philosophy, and Quaker theology. Arnold was a tall man, thin as a rail, with deep set sleepy eyes, wispy hair ...