217 Babel Street | Harry Beaumont


59-year-old Harold Beaumont is a former nightclub bouncer who lives in Apt. 7 with his sick wife Margaret. He recently became a taxi driver.


Harry drove a taxi cab

Skoda Octavia Classic 1.8

Harry's eyes jerked open

£6.13 (!) on 1 litre Dulux Chalk Blush 3

The moon was almost full

"Poor girl didn't stand a chance..."

From the corner of his eye

The murderer was probably a fellow archaeologist

The trick to removing unpleasantness from upholstery

Margaret forced down the painkillers

A few days ago Detector-man

(Harry enters. Margaret is sitting by the window.)

"My tea's gone cold"

Dearest Harry

Margaret slotted another piece into the puzzle

Blue golden sunbeams that day, that hour

Margaret can feel the waters flowing

Harry had taken to just sitting there in the cab

"Tell me stories, Harry. I want a story"

Harry took the stairs two at a time

Where are you?

Dearest

"No, it wasn't Harry's"

We were in a bedsit

Harry was playing Ella Fitzgerald when the buzzer rang

Margaret’s things.

Esther Silberstein shut the book

Death should be abrupt



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