The Private Eye

The Private Eye by Unknown Read Free Book Online

Book: The Private Eye by Unknown Read Free Book Online
Authors: Unknown
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    generally a waste of time.
    The clock on the bedside table ticked softly, recording the passage of what was apparently going to be an endless
    night.
    The hell with it, Josh decided. If he wasn't going to get to sleep, he might as well get some work done. He would
    get started on the book tonight. Sooner or later he was going to have to find out whether he could pull off the task of
    getting the characters in his head down on paper. Make that computer disk, he told himself as he pushed aside the
    heavy quilt.
    Josh levered himself to an upright position and rolled off the edge of the high bed with a sudden surge of
    enthusiasm. It was not until he was halfway off that he belatedly remembered the small set of steps on the side.
    By then, of course, his right foot had missed them entirely and he was off balance. He grabbed for the ornately
    carved bedpost. The damn thing was apparently broken. It turned beneath his hand, providing no support at all. His
    fingers slipped off it. In a reflexive movement that he regretted an instant later, Josh put his injured left foot down to
    catch his full weight. His heel hit the floor and waves of pain shot through him “Damn it to hell.” Josh gritted his teeth
    against the agony in his leg and grabbed desperately again for support. His fist closed around a handful of the chintz
    bed hangings.
    Unfortunately the bed hangings had not been designed to bear weight. They tore free of the canopy frame. There
    was no time to clutch at anything more substantial. Josh toppled awkwardly back onto the edge of the bed, promptly
    slid off it, and landed heavily on the floor. His bruised shoulder and ribs, which had been healing rather nicely up to
    that point, took the brunt of the fall.
    Josh closed his eyes, clenched his teeth and waited for the agony to recede. While he waited, the torn bed
    hangings drifted lightly down to settle on top of him.
    Josh remained on the floor, tangled up in chintz, and gathered his strength to fight off the pain. He was amusing
    himself by running through a list of four-letter words that seemed suitable to describe quaint, charming Victorian inns
    furnished with period pieces when he heard anxious pounding on the door. He knew at once who it was.
    “Josh? Josh, are you okay?” Maggie's voice was filled with concern.
    Hell. Just what he needed, he thought, disgusted. It wasn't enough that he already felt like a damn fool. No, now he
    had to face the ignominy of having his client race to the rescue. Somehow his restful, relaxing month on the coast was
    not getting off to a good start.
    “I'm fine, Maggie.” he managed. “Go back to bed.”
    “You don't sound fine. You'd better open the door. I thought I heard something heavy fall in there.”
    “A little accident,” Josh gasped, spitting out a mouthful of chintz drapery.
    “Another accident?” she asked in obvious dismay.
    “Don't worry about it,” he got out through teeth that were still set against the roaring protest of his battered body.
    The woman was clearly forming the opinion that he was a clumsy idiot. He could hardly blame her.
    “Josh, you sound terrible. I'm coming in.”
    “No.” That threat galvanized him into immediate action. Josh lurched to a sitting position beneath the shroud of
    bed hangings and had to suck in his breath as a new wave of pain surged from his ankle and bruised ribs. “Damn.”
    The door opened on the far side of the bed. A narrow shaft of light cut a swath across the floor as Maggie stuck
    her head inside the room. “Josh? Where are you?”
    He realized she couldn't see him because he was lying on the other side of the huge bed. “Over here. Look,
    Maggie, there's no need to get excited, okay? I'm all right.”
    “What on earth happened?” She flipped the light switch beside the door. “Good grief, what have you done to the
    bed?”
    “It's more a question of what your bed has done to me. Did you know one of the posts is loose?” Josh inhaled
    deeply as he

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