Castle Murders

Twenty-seven Administrative Offices

In the streets below, traffic was approaching gridlock. It was a typical day in the big city. Strangely enough, in all the days since he'd moved into this office, he'd never bothered to find out what city it was, though it had always seemed to him that it looked a lot like…

The intercom buzzed.

"Yeah?"

"Call on line one."

"Who?"

"A man who says he's the Land Surveyor?"

"Rats. Okay, I'll take it."

He picked up the phone.

"Hello?… Yeah, this is the castle… yeah… uh-huh… uh-huh… no. No, I'm sorry. Look… yeah… yeah… Look, Franz, can you?… Yeah… yeah… yeah… Hold it a minute… Wait, let me give you some advice."

He glanced down at the hopelessly clogged traffic, then leaned back in the swivel chair.

"Franz? Get a life."