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        Accountant, unmarried. Wears glasses. Drives out to Shadow Valley,
        about  sixty  miles  from  here,  most  Saturday  afternoons  to  visit  his
        elderly parents, stays with them overnight and returns Sunday late. If
        that habit is ingrained, he would be in danger during the week only.”
          “Well, he’s still alive, and not all the killings were on weekends,” I
        pointed out.
          “Thank  you,  Duncan.”  Somewhere  early  in  life  she  must  have
        learned to mask sarcasm with politeness. Did she really think people
        were  that easily  fooled,  or  was  it  sufficient  in  her  mind  to  say  the
        right words without displaying much conviction?
          “Number  four  is  Hedy  Bokay.  Age  forty-four,  height  five-two,
        weight one twenty-five. Sales representative for a group of upholstery
        fabric manufacturers. When she is not on the road her life is fairly
        settled, based on this report: a bit of night-clubbing with her clients is
        all you could find inconsistent with the usual patterns of domesticity.
        She  said  she  was  in  the  Midwest  on  the  weekend  of  April  5  on
        business. Did you validate that?”
          “Certainly. She has not left town since returning a week later.”
          “Okay. Next is Christopher P. Kriturs. Age sixty-three, height six-
        two, weight one eighty-five. He is a retired civil servant living alone in
        one  side  of  a  duplex  he owns.  He  likes  to  bet  on  the  horses,  and
        spends a good deal of time out at the track. Other than that, he is
        usually at home watching television. Juror six, Beryl Creighton, is a
        waitress and part-time graduate student at state college. Age twenty-
        eight, height five-six, weight one-forty. Rents a small apartment over
        a garage near her school. Works weekends but gets back to her place
        by ten or eleven o’clock, probably quite tired.”
          I recalled that Labelle had never been a part-time anything. Too
        single-minded.
          “Number seven, Rea Rainger, had experience as a court reporter.
        I’m surprised the defense put her on the panel. Age forty-nine, height
        five-seven,  weight  one  twenty-five.  Drawing  unemployment  at  the
        time she was called for jury duty. Has a small house on the east side
        of town, on a street not very well-lighted. You haven’t much to say
        about her habits. Spends a lot of time on the phone. Working on a
        novel on her home computer.”
          If Lieutenant Gramercy had any interest in reading that unfinished
        work, she would have to find it herself.

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