Constable George Crabtree told Constable Henry Higgins that he was going to station himself at the Best residence. Higgins was none to pleased to have to watch fro Best at the town hall, "Come on George," Higgins tried to plea with his counterpart.

"Henry, there's just as much chance that he will show up there. If you ask me," Crabtree looked around, "He's bound to show up just about anywhere.

"Then maybe I should be at the university instead. I mean who would be going to their office after the town hall closes anyway?" Henry huffed.

Crabtree thought that was a solid suggest, "Okay. That sounds more like a plan," he agreed to the idea. "But, if Best shows up at the town hall and we weren't there," he cautioned while wagging his right index finger in Henry's face.

"I'll bet you a hole dollar that he'll show up at the house," Henry wagered.

"Come on. Time's wasting," George shooed Higgins away. Once the constable was out of sight, he turned and began his journey to the Best house, several blocks away; but the trip would only take a few minutes on bicycle. Once George got to the street, he dismounted the bike and walked along, until he found a small grove of trees in which he could clearly see the front door of the Best residence. "And so it begins," he said to himself as he rested his buttocks on the bicycle seat, leaning into it. He had his arms crossed as he keenly watched across the street.

Maxwell Best adjusted his bow tie as he stood outside the hotel room. He was building up the nerve to knock on the door, hoping that Raquel was able to see him. Best wet his lips and then rapped gently on the dark wooden door. He waited for a few seconds as he leaned forward to hear if there was any movement inside the room.

Best raised his hand up and was about to knock again when he heard movement within the room. Again he wet his lips in anticipation of seeing his new lady friend. The sounds of the door latch being unlocked almost echoed in the hall, causing Best to look around, hoping that everyone else was minding their business. He looked back at the door, just as it open, "Well, hello Max," Raquel purred and opened the door wider, drawing Best into the room with a seductive beckoning index finger. Maxwell smiled as he stepped through the door, closing it behind him with his foot.

"What brings you here at this time of day," Raquel asked as she sat down on the settee and picked up her wine glass.

"I brought the money, just like I said I would," Best smiled hoping that the good deed would lead to something more. The Councillor fumbled with the money as he pulled it from his trouser pocket. He quickly counted out thirty five dollars, leaving him with only fifteen left.

"Well, thank you Maxie," Raquel smiled and gracefully accepted the money, stuffing it down into her corset, between her bosom. Best's couldn't keep his eyes off her, "You look ravishing," he sputtered, as he ran his right index finger around his collar and neck. He could feel his face growing red.

"Whatcha got there?" Raquel questioned the remaining money Best held in his left hand. The Councillor looked down at his clutched fist, "Oh, uh, fifteen dollars," he said looking back up to Raquel.

"I see. Well, for that, it will have to be a quick one," she purred as she wanted the rest of Maxwell's money.

"Yeah! Sure, I mean," Best thrust out his hand, and Raquel took it and the money, and led the Councillor into the bedroom. The door closed with a thud.

"This is a complete waste of my time," Constable Henry Higgins muttered to himself as he crossed his arms. He'd paced across the front entrance to the university building that housed the antiquities collection; this was his twentieth trip. Out of boredom, he was counting the number of times, and so far all he'd seen were some young lovers out for a stroll in the evening warm air. Not one sign of Councillor Maxwell Best. "And to think, I could be enjoying a pint or two with the boys," he sighed.

A few blocks away, Constable George Crabtree kept an eye on the Best residence. Being now dusk and how he was hidden in the bushes, the mosquitoes had come out looking for snacks, "Get away from me," he said as he swatted at the creatures, but it seemed like if he killed one, ten more would come to its funeral; they were relentless and the more he thrashed around in the bushes, the more seemingly sought him out. One mosquitoes buzzed his right ear, and out of frustration Crabtree set to kill it dead with a mighty slap, he almost sent himself into the next week, "Good gracious!" he said as his ear rang after the blow. He then quickly cover his mouth, thinking he'd given his under cover position away. However, like Henry, there was no action at the Best house.

Within the hour, Maxwell Best had returned home. Crabtree's heart almost skipped a beat out of pure excitement as he watched the Councillor walk up to his house. The Constable was quickly crossed the street and watched from the sidewalk, until Best had gone inside. With a sharp tug to the bottom of his tunic, Crabtree straightened his back and marched up to the door, rapping several times; loudly.

It took a few minutes before the door was again unlocked and opened. Florence Best stood in the opening, looking non-to-pleased, "What is it Constable?"

"I'm here to see your husband, Ma'am," Crabtree answered.

"Not about this silly theft, again," Florence huffed.

"Yes, Ma'am," Crabtree replied.

"What is it, dear?" Maxwell called from the sitting room.

"It's the police," Florence answered.

Maxwell stood and his face went red and he glanced around the room looking for a quick exit, but from where he stood, he could see the Constable staring at him. With a slight huff he slowly walked to the door, "What's this about?" he tried to compose himself.

"He's says the police want to talk to you about some theft, or something," Florence state.

"How preposterous!" Best snorted at the accusation. "You do know who I am, don't you?" he questioned Crabtree.

"I do sir, that's why it's imperative that you come with me to Station House No. 4 for questioning," George replied.

Best's mouth dropped open, "I haven't done anything wrong!" he firmly stated.

"Your fingermarks are on some objects that have been identified as stolen from the University," Crabtree said. "How do you explain that? Not to mention that that you've been found dead twice."

"Dead? Do I look dead to you? And of course you'd find my finger marks on objects. This is ridiculous. I sit on the board of antiquities. If you are referring to the list that Dean Miller had prepared," he countered.

"Sir, please, let's just go to the station," Crabtree insisted.

"I'm an innocent man," Maxwell plead . "I'll come by tomorrow morning to prove it," he added.

Constable Crabtree pondered the proposal, "I'll agree to that. But," he warned sternly, "If you don't come in my nine a.m. tomorrow morning, I will put out a warrant for your immediate arrest."

Best crossed his arms, "I'm a man of my word, Constable," he said stiffly. "I'll be at your station tomorrow morning," he said adding assurance to his pledge.

"Station House No. 4," Crabtree reminded him before he turned on his heels and left the veranda to get his bicycle. He hoped that he made the right decision. Unsure he, he glanced back at the closing door. He could here the Bests talking, rather loudly at that. He heard her questioning him about begin dead. Perhaps if it got that bad for the Councillor, he'd come in earlier than expected to avoid the wrath of his wife. George mounted his bike and rode over to the University to talk to Higgins before he would turn in for the night.