Michael Malone - Weebly

"Excuse me, Ernest, been feeling a little off," he had
said, and gone to the men's room. There they had
searched for him when time came to toast the couple's
long life and happiness.
"I'll never forget it," Father Highwick often
remarked. "Vincent there in the booth, the door open,
seated on the bowl, a carnation in his lapel, his head
lowered nearly to his knees like a man in deep thought,
or perhaps looking for a key. 'Something troubling you,
Vincent?' I asked. Poor fellow, he toppled right over,
dead, though I didn't know it, and gave himself a nasty
crack on the head."
Despite being on the spot, there had been nothing
Dr. Otto Scaper could do. Others at the festivity also
became ill, though none as critically. The rumor raced
through town that Carl Marco, Sr., grocer and caterer,
had poisoned Dingley Falls's entire upper class.
Dr. Scaper said it looked like old Malta Fever to
him, but admitted that brucellosis didn't usually kill
people like that. Everyone then decided that Mr.
Canopy must have imported a bug from New York
City, which was known to be full of germs. A week