All this and I am still left to wonder where in the world George Murray is this week.
A curious thing happened yesterday. Someone slid a piece of paper under my door just before dawn. The words in the note were made from letters cut out from newspaper headlines. It said this: “You want a toe? I can get you a toe, believe me. Hell, I can get you a toe by 3 o’clock this afternoon…with nail polish.”
At first, I didn’t know what to think. Does George even wear nail polish? But, with much diligence, I think I’m starting to unravel the code behind the message. Remember back in August, when the Globe & Mail books section went on hiatus? We all worried, with good reason, that it might be a sign of things to come? George isn’t next on the book coverage chopping block, is he? Is George on the run?