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Jury-rigged

        charges  of  murder  one;  further,  that  I  would  take  along  Labelle
        Gramercy, who had just returned from her Caribbean excursion, as
        my back-up. Go to it, Sergeant Donat, he said. I could see that he
        was greatly impressed by my take-charge attitude and effective police
        work in solving the case—or at least was relieved that he could take
        some positive news back to the chief and the press. He gave me the
        warrant he had been holding in his desk and shook my hand.
          Labelle was ready to go when I got back to my desk.
          “I’ll drive,” she said. Still her prerogative. Soon to be mine, I was
        positive.
          We headed out of the motor pool and I received my first surprise.
          “This isn’t the way to Hannibal’s place,” I said, wondering if she
        had forgotten the man’s address.
          “We’re not going there. Mr. Simulian will retain his freedom for
        the time being.”
          My eyes bugged. “What! I just got confirmation that his medical
        excuse is phony.”
          “I  never  doubted  you  would.”  She  kept  her  eyes  on  the  road,
        oblivious  to  my  mounting  distress.  “It  was  the  fabrication  of  an
        unsophisticated mind; no defense attorney worth his salt would use it
        in a court of law. Hannibal couldn’t have hoped for it to be taken
        seriously in a capital case of this gravity.”
          I began to feel my scalp and stomach tighten. “Maybe so, but he
        did not give us a better story. And he was the only one of the five
        who had no unassailable alibi for at least one of the killings: Pershing
        was covered for the first, Rommel for the second, Napoleon the third
        and Alexander the fourth. All of Hannibal’s stories were flimsy, and
        the last three unraveled once we discovered his secret door.”
          “Duncan, you assumed only one person was responsible. You let
        your early suspicions of Hannibal blind you to other conclusions.”
          “Such as what?” I was starting to whine, but couldn’t help it.
          “Although it is true that none of the family except Hannibal could
        have killed all four jurors, many of their accounts had flaws. You did
        not  follow  every  lead,  chase  every  elusive  assertion  or  unresolved
        contradiction to its origin or resolution. I will not go into detail now
        about  those  questions  surrounding  the  Simulians’  precise  location
        during  each  of the fatal  time  frames.  They  are not relevant to our
        major concern, arresting the murderer.”

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