he asked with a trace of sarcasm in his tone:
"That satisfies you fully, I suppose?"
The Coroner's nerves were becoming edgy.
"For God's sake," he retorted, "do you expect me to believe that a cripple could kill a two-hundred pound buck, then tote him a hundred yards? Well, I've got what I need now anyway. As far as I'm concerned, I'm through."
They were passing the door of Maria's shop when the detective caught sight of something within that held his gaze.
"You can do as you please," he told his unwilling companion. "But I'm going to have a look in here. I have never been able to get anything on this woman; but she is a bad influence in the neighborhood. I'd trust her just as far as I could throw her."
The Coroner heaved a sigh of resignation, and they stepped back, and entered the shop.
Upon the flooring, directly before the door, and not far from it, was a pool of blood. Standing over the pool was a table, and upon it lay the carcass of a shark. Maria sat on a bench behind the table. As the men entered she swung an immense cleaver downward. A cross-section of the shark detached itself and fell away on a pile of similar slices. A thin stream of blood
