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Commissioner Fuhe leafed through the binder of old cases.
Much time have passed since ... Yes, a lot of ... For example,
here is ... Wonderful a small business ... And pretty spicy ...
Or is it ... How many unexpected, exciting!
Commissioner plunged into memories. Here's murder case
two zhenischin in a nursing home case exotic. As
then it turned out they were not women at all, and Guadalupe
spies. And here's the deal blackmailer - street hawkers
chestnuts.
I remember there were a lot of trouble with the evidence of
her guilt. In Eventually it was hanged, although it was not to
blame, and in confessed pimp named Bob Long. However, it
spent so much time that it could not end simply
so. Fuhe thoughtfully fingering hairy chubby fingers trifle
in his pocket and looked glassy-eyed in front of
themselves. Suddenly his ears heard a sharp scream:
- Gorima! Fire! - Through the narrow aisles between the
shelves to Fuhe rapidly approaching a man. He animatedly
waving his hands and from time to time, clearly shouting
something Incomprehensible.
- Mr. Fuhe! 're Burning! Fire in the archive!
- Ahem! - Said the commissioner. - The fire in the archive?
I do not remember this case. Although hey, I remember: in one
thousand eight hundred and ninety fourth year ... - He pushed
distraught with fear man and began to briskly climb a ladder to
the racks the letter "P".
- Mr. Fuhe! Mr Commissioner! - Plaintively shouting from
the bottom.
- Fuhe? I know this! - Confidently declared Fuhe. - It's
Commissioner all-embracing police, was born in eighteen hundred
...
Acrid smoke began clouding the room from him in Persha
throat, and eyes navorchivalis tears. The fire had already
reached shelves with documents under the letter
