A postcard exchange between Katrin Merle and Peter Guckes.
#55 by deer prudence.
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| "I suspected something like this all along …" "Very keen-witted, Mr. superintendent!" |
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| (Sorry for the long delay …) "What's the meaning of all this?" |
A postcard exchange between Katrin Merle and Peter Guckes.
#55 by deer prudence.
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| "I suspected something like this all along …" "Very keen-witted, Mr. superintendent!" |
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| (Sorry for the long delay …) "What's the meaning of all this?" |
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| "He felt all this was getting a bit silly by now. What would be next? A banana peel?" |
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| "Komissar Knolle seemed to be shrinking. Was time running backwards? His brain felt like mashed potatoes…" |
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| "Something suspicious was going on here … Was this the christmas show all along? Or had someone tinkered with his drink? Knolle felt weird." |
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| Mettigel, Hawaii, a dungeon and the mysterious stranger … Kommissar Knolle needed a drink. |
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| Kommissar Knolle's special picklock |
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| will Kommissar Knolle find a way? |
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| "He followed the trace. Was it a trap? No, he 'd have noticed. Kommissar Knolle was not easly fooled!" |