This morning during the poker game at the Birch Street Nursing Home, there was a sudden shout and several loud thumps. Mrs. Patterson jumped up from the table and exclaimed that she'd caught Mrs. Shimshack at last. But what we found was Mr. Pearlman in a heap at the bottom of the stairs. Mrs. Patterson was disappointed, but told us not to worry, because she had set out several other booby traps. I didn't bother to remind her that Mrs. Shimshack has been dead for years. Instead, I got to work searching for her traps. I found three trip wires. I hope that's all of them.
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