It’s snowing outside and the
Algonquin Hotel is locked up tighter than a nun’s knees. Not because of the
snow, but because there’s a quarantine—a smallpox scare. But that’s not the
only scare—there’s also the dead body of a Broadway starlet lying in a bathtub
full of champagne in Douglas Fairbanks’ penthouse. (It’s nothing to do with
smallpox. Someone killed her, but the bathroom door was locked from the
inside!)
And that’s not all. The
murderer is somewhere locked in the hotel with us. And that nattering ninny Alexander
Woollcott is running around playing detective and stirring up trouble—and
getting under Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s skin. I won’t even try to explain what
that legendary author is doing here. It’s almost too much for me. I need a
drink! Oh, did I mention that it’s New Year’s Eve?
But my real problem is my
poor little Boston terrier, Woodrow Wilson. What do you do with a dog during a
quarantine? I mean, we have enough food and water, so that’s not a problem. The
tricky question is, where can he do his “business”? For such a small dog, this
is a big problem. Let me tell you, this tiny creature has a lot of business to
take care of! He’s quite the little industrialist. His output puts Rockefeller
to shame, if you catch my drift.
Hmm, drift…As in snowdrift…
If only I could take him outside to piddle in a snowdrift. But the front door
is locked and sealed. Now, wait a minute, there’s the roof! Could I really take
him up to the roof? Twelve stories above street level in a blizzard? Normally,
I wouldn’t be caught dead up there. But maybe tonight…I will?
What do you think I should
do?
Dorothy Parker and Woodrow Wilson (the dog, not the President)
most recently appear in A FRIENDLY GAME OF MURDER,
the third book of the Agatha-nominated Algonquin Round Table Mysteries. Mrs.
Parker and Woodrow Wilson also appear in the short story HAIR OF THE DOG, available
for a measly 99 cents! Follow Algonquin Round Table Mysteries on Facebook and Twitter.





Woof! Yes, go up on the woof!
ReplyDeleteSally-Forth and Tally-Ho, you're barking mad if you think I want to go up on the "woof."
ReplyDeleteA dog needs his space to do his thing, so yes, go up on the roof, but make sure you won't be blown off!
ReplyDeleteThese books, definitely make me want to get reading right away. And your Boston is nearly as cute as my Boston was.
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