Murder at the Arlington Chapter 3
“My name’s Sydney Lockhart. Remember that in case whoever killed the man in my bathtub at the Arlington Hotel comes after me.”
Murder at the Arlington: A Sydney Lockhart Mystery
Before I could pick up the phone and report my discovery, someone pounded on my door. The shrieking maid must have found Mr. Hairy Legs before she slammed into me when I stepped off the elevator because when I opened the door, the house detective pushed past me and rushed into the bathroom.
“Don’t touch anything,” he shouted. “The cops are on their way.”
A tall man with a respectable paunch and glistening black hair raced in behind the house detective. Lingering over him like a putrid fog was the lime scent of cheap hair tonic.
“Miss Lockhart, please come out here. Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. Who are you?”
“Hamston Charles, hotel manager.”
Probably thinking I was one of those weak females who swooned at the sight of blood, he grabbed me by my elbow and dragged me into the hall. I jerked free and stepped back inside. “I guess this means I…
