Brent,
Glad you like that, but it can only mean... the guilty party was Colonel Mustard, in the library, with a monkey wrench.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a1Y73sPHKxwAlso, the book is still available from a multiplicity of sources on the 'web.
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/game-tra...nter/1104218718Game Trails from Alaska to Africa by R.R.M. Carpenter Copyright, 1938, By R.R.M. Carpenter, Printed in the United States of America Some years ago when Harry Whitney and I were about to start north on one of my early trips in the Morrissey we were tended a farewell luncheon at the St. Anthony Club in New York by my old friends Charlie Levey. Among the guests were
Ruly Carpenter and his son Billy, who at that time was a very young lad. Thus began an acquaintance which soon ripened into a warm and lasting friendship