Nabbed!: The 1925 Journal of G. Codd Fitzmorgan

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Author: Bill Doyle
certain they were making up or at least exaggerating what they had seen. Still
     others, such as Charles, provided excellent objective observations that helped me re-create events in my mind.
    MY INTERVIEW WITH MR. VIRGIL GATES, 1:40 AM:
    G. CODD FITZMORGAN: Why are you here?
    VIRGIL GATES:(nervous laugh) You asked me to be.
    GCF: No, Mr. Gates, not in that chair. I mean, why are you here at this party?
    VG: I don't have to answer your questions.
    GCF: Are you hiding something?
    VG: Of course not. (pause) Fine. I'm an old friend of John's.
    GCF: Really?
    VG: (looking away) Well, maybe not a “friend”, but we do business together. In fact, I've hired John and Justine's delivery
     company to do some work for me.
    GCF: And Asyla Notabe? Does she have any ideas about what happened to John?
    VG: Who knows what that woman thinks.
    GCF: Isn't she you girlfriend?
    VG: Yes. But if you think that means I understand her, you've got another think coming.
    GCF: What is your real name?
    MANGZE MAGNIFICO: Monsieur Mangze Magnifico.
    GCF: That's the name that appears on your birth certificate?
    MZM: You are more zan velcome to fly to France and check.
    GCF: Did you see anything odd?
    MZM: I always zee ze odd somethings.
    GCF: I mean especially odd about John Hatherford's airplane landing.
    MZM: Jean-Claude, he iz unhappy. Ze spirit wants hiz answers, and he vaz interrupted by a little boy.
    GCF: What technique do you use to speak with the spirits? Table turning or desk gyrations?
    MZM: Ze desk gyrations.
    GCF: Now that is odd.
    MZM: Why, little boy, iz that?
    GCF: Because I just made desk gyrations up. It doesn't exist.
    MZM: (stands up and leaves the interview area)
    Here are two of the interviews I recorded in my spiral notebook.
    Who should I interview next? I wondered, looking around the Great Hall. I spotted Asyla, munching on spoonfuls of caviar at
     a food table.
    It was clear she had something against me and might be tough to interview. But again reminded myself that a good detective
     has to deal with the good and the bad. so I made my way over to her.

    Asyla loves caviar.
    “Miss Notabe”, I said politely, “can I ask you a few questions?”
    She smiled at me with her bright red lips and popped a mound of caviar in her mouth. Her perfectly shaped eyes squinted in
     delight. She chewed, swallowed, and finally answered my question. “No”.
    Once again I was confused by her. “What?” I asked.
    “Honey, you don't have the authority to make me do a thing.” She picked a piece of lint off the shoulder of my tuxedo. “I'll
     tell you what. You can ask me one or two questions if you let me interview you first”.
    I noticed she never made direct eye contact. “Why?” “I'm bored”. She shrugged.
    Bored? A roaring party in a mansion, a violent storm, a dramatic landing after a historic flight, and the disappearance of
     the pilot—and she was bored?
    “What would you want to know about me?” I asked her. “You don't seem to like me much”.
    Her lower lip jutted out slightly. “Why would you go and say that, silly boy?”
    Because it's true, I thought. But I said aloud, “The séance, the landing strip, the way you've been speaking to me”.
    “Oh, that. To be honest, I'm a little out of sorts here. You dear friend Justine Pinkerton and I go way back. Did you know
     she was on that same train where I met your parents? I wasn't sure how she'd react to me showing up at her fancy party”.
    “I'm sure that Judge is glad you're here.”
    ”Is that so?” Asyla's face still had the sweet smile, but I wondered if it was honey for a trap. Then again, what choice did
     I have? She might have witnessed something important to the investigation.
    “Okay, you can ask me questions first”, I agreed.
    “Let's go over to the chairs I've set up.”
    Asyla said, “I'd rather stay here, next to the caviar”. Other people in the room were now looking at us curiously. With all
     these celebrities around, glamorous Asyla was
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