The Faded Alibi
Act I Tadeusz Adamski had been a senior clerk for twenty years, a fact that meant nothing now that the Inspector stood over his drafting table with a ruler in his hand. The room smelled of wet ink and the stale sweat of forty men who had stopped working when the door banged open. Tadeusz kept his eyes on the plan, on the delicate lines of the bridge truss, while the Inspector’s shadow fell...
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