The Organist Wore Pumps — Mark Schweizer

With all this going for him, you d think he d be satisfied. He's not. He longs to be a writer, a hard-boiled, noir detective word-slinger worthy of the 1939 Underwood No. 5 sitting on his desk a typewriter once owned by Raymond Chandler. You'd think a machine like this would help. It doesn't.

As a detective, Chief Konig is at the top of his game. As the organist at St. Barnabas Episcopal Church, he can play with the best of them. But as a writer, Hayden produces more bad prose than the St. Germaine Garden Club s annual poetry review.

"The knob turned, the door creaked, and trouble spilled into the room, trouble spelled with a capital D -- no, not Drouble, even though that might make more sense except that Drouble isn't a word, so not really: capital D, small a, small m, small e (a Dame) but, come to think of it, a small d would work just as well since she wasn't proper at all and didn't even try to begin a sentence."

What do the bones of an ancient king, a scoodle of skunks, a farm auction, the best Christmas parade ever, and an obnoxious deacon have to do with the dead body floating in Lake Tannenbaum? Maybe nothing. Maybe everything. It's up to Hayden to pull all the clues together like two cousins in a Kentucky hayloft. After all, Epiphany is right around the corner!

Hayden Konig's 8th mystery --
The Organist Wore Pumps
It's not what you expect...
it's even funnier!