End of Story

by A.J. Finn

And now, for the first time, she understands why her father has recruited a biographer: He wants a new audience. In print, yes, but in performance as well. For Sebastian Trapp, the joy is in the telling.

I don’t suppose there’s a mystery novel about milk?” Nicky’s jaw fidgets. “Oh—Before the Fact. Hitchcock adapted it as Suspicion.

There’s a famous scene where Cary Grant heads upstairs to his wife with a spiked glass of milk. They dropped a working lightbulb in the glass for effect.”

“The studio didn’t want Cary Grant playing a murderer. In the movie, it’s all just a misunderstanding.

“I was the Count of Monte Cristo, back from the dead and armed with a plan, my eyes a little clearer and my heart a little colder.”