Ladyfingers

    A great story of crime and detection in the tradition

of Dashiell Hammett and Alfred Hitchcock…

    The box was mailed to the Police Commissioner

himself.

    The wrapping was ordinary brown paper.

    The box was five inches long, two inches wide, and one

inch deep.

    It looked ideal for mailing a wristwatch.

    But there was no watch in it

    Just a finger.

    A lady's finger.

    The police lab turned up traces of anesthetic. So the

lady was probably alive.

    Detective Sgt Pablo Sanchez was presented with a pretty

problem: Where was the rest of the lady?