PRIVATE DETECTIVE DIRK DENTON was dead before his body hit the floor. The figure that had come at him from the shadows in his dingy downtown Chicago office, dropped the murder weapon on the floor next to his victim. The typewriter landed upside down next to Denton's head. Tomorrow's headline would read, "P.I. Dirk Denton Dealt Death By Portable Typewriter."
It was no coincidence that Denton was bludgeoned to death by a piece of office equipment since he had been investigating the murder of Chicago socialite and heiress to the Cornwell Business Machine Company fortune, Sheila Cornwell.
Morris leaned back from his Smith Corona typewriter, took a sip of coffee and reread what he had just written. He was pleased, he had done it--he had finally begun his mystery novel. His accomplished attitude soon turned to panic as he wondered what to write next. While he was thinking, he began to fiddle with his typewriter. Two hours later he had completely disassembled his typewriter and then began to put it back together.
EPILOG: Morris wrote the first paragraph of his novel in 1955, his severe case of writer's block made him second guess his desire to write the "Great American Novel." He realized he enjoyed working on his typewriter so much that he opened a successful typewriter repair business which Morris ran until he retired in 1986.