THE MISSING MEAT © 1990 Ellery Queen Mystery Magazine Detectiverse by Mickey Ray - Pfleger Mr. Muscher, the butcher, whooped up and down, “Where’s the cow that I recently slaughtered? Mrs. Klein, I can’t give her the steaks or the liver Or anything else that she’s ordered! She also had dibs on a roast and some ribs, Where are they?” he asked his assistant. “If stolen they be, don’t look at me!” Of his innocence he was persistent. Mr. Muscher kept yelling, his glands, they kept swelling Yet he cried ‘till he had no more voice. “I took not a sliver,” said the boy, “of the liver. Nor the steaks, prime cut or choice. But the hoarseness of you has given a clue Before this case has begun. Take a look with some pity at yonder most kitty At least, the cat’s got your tongue!