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Jury-rigged

        occurring to another juror. Evidently she did not know which one, or
        there would have been only one murder. Once the trial was over, she
        decided to eliminate the competition and blame it on the Simulians.
        Graduate students can be as ruthless as gangsters, and she had just
        been taught very carefully by the prosecution how these executions
        were  performed.  You  should  note,  Duncan,  that  a  courtroom  is  a
        classroom for crime as much as any prison.”
          I tried to reconstruct Beryl Creighton mentally. Yes, a very intense
        young woman.
          “Beryl  had  a  good  idea,  based  on  their  professional  experience,
        which  of  her  fellow  jurors  were  capable  of  producing  a  book
        concerning their experience on the case. Panel members on a long
        case usually discuss their personal lives sufficiently over the weeks of
        the  trial  to  know  quite  a  bit  about  each  other.  She  decided  it  was
        Wanda, and killed her. Nine days later she received a nasty surprise:
        she  was  wrong.  The  other  would-be  author,  based  on  similar
        assumptions  and  deductions,  realized  the  murder  had  been
        committed  not  by  a  Simulian  but  by  another  juror  seeking  to
        eliminate  a  rival,  and  immediately  developed  the  same  competitive
        passion. That second person again had to make an educated guess as
        to the identity of the first; the result was the death of Rea Rainger.
        That was also proven an error five days later by the third killing, Beryl
        Creighton’s desperate attempt to save herself as well as her plan for
        riches and fame. It may be presumed that she was the one who killed
        Mitchell Bowan because his dead weight was too much for a woman
        of her size to move from where it fell; I would surmise that she could
        barely roll him over.”
          This  horrible  dance  of  death  began  to  take  shape  in  my
        imagination.
          “I think I get it, Lieutenant. The second killer, through fortune or
        inference, finally hit on Beryl as the one who had started the cycle
        and eliminated her. That ended it. Nevertheless, how could the killer
        be certain the other author had been found?”
          “The  signs  of  robbery,  Duncan.  They  weren’t  distractions.  They
        were searches for book outlines and computer files. I have no doubt
        that  we  will  find  something  here  of  that  nature  belonging  to  Ms.
        Creighton.”


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