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            She  was  unimpressed  by  my  hint.  This  was  not  a  woman  to  be
        cozied  up  to  in  a  sisterly  way  and  gotten  to  commiserate  and
        compromise.  I  know  people  and  I  had  her  sized  up  right  away.
        Nothing to do but go along with her for now. She had, in fact, tuned
        out  my  last  remarks  and  was  writing  in  a  small  notebook  she  had
        taken  out  of  her  jacket  pocket.  I  had  thought  those  pockets  were
        purely ornamental.
            “That’s  fine,  Miss  Day.  Now,  we  will  need  to  perform  a  few
        investigative procedures in order to resolve the question of how Dr.
        Reath  met  her  end.  This  will  involve  searching  the  premises,
        including the dome, and interviewing everyone who had contact with
        the deceased. It will go much easier and faster if you will act as my
        liaison here. Is that feasible?”
            “I think so. Let me consult with Mr. Schmarker. He has the final
        say-so.” I buzzed  Ben’s office, and got no reply.  “I  guess he’s not
        available.”
            When I looked up, Lt. Gramercy was on her feet, looking out the
        window. “Isn’t that your boss?”
            I joined her. A man had just exited the Ecodome’s airlock; I could
        see the flashing light indicating repressurization of the chamber. He
        was coming toward the building. It was Ben.
            “I think I’ll start with him,” said the policewoman.

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            We  intercepted  Ben  downstairs  in  the  hallway  connecting  the
        lobby  to  the  laboratories  and  the  conference  room  where  the
        Ecodome crew was either deeply in mourning or enjoying hot coffee
        and doughnuts—I didn’t know which, but I knew it wouldn’t be long
        before I found out. I noticed a uniformed police officer standing near
        the front desk. Lt. Gramercy did not travel alone.
            “Oh,  Ben,”  I  called,  trying  to  give  him  some  sort  of  high  sign.
        “Someone’s here whom you ought to meet.”
            “Eh? Ah, Kelly. Well, I really must be—” Then he saw the badge
        and stopped short. He looked like he had aged ten years since that
        chilling message from Waldo.
            “Mr. Schmarker, I am Lt. Gramercy. The police are going to have
        to conduct an investigation into Dr. Reath’s death: the causes were

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