|"You've won! I'm confessing, Alicia—confessing that I killed you with arsenic!"|
The Music From Infinity
By THORP McCLUSKY
That furious, triumphal piano playing; was it from somewhere in the Infinite—or from the dying brain of a murderer in the electric chair?
"It's twenty-five minutes past eleven right now," my good friend John Chambers said, "and at twelve o'clock midnight he's scheduled to die. You know why I got you over here tonight; because you're a screwy piano-player. as screwy as they come, I guess—and God knows if anybody in this world is psychic