Morgan was not keen, but in the end reluctantly consented to go. It was arranged. Neta packed a lovely picnic luncheon on Friday evening. They would leave for Lake Placid around ten in the morning. Let’s hope the day dawns fine.
It didn’t. It was hosing down. There was no way they could go on a picnic. The weather was cold, wet, and miserable.
Neta wondered what to do. She had made no alternative plan. She had arranged for Heaton, a professional human exterminator, to turn up at the lake around ten thirty with a loaded gun.
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