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Road Kill

            “Mr. Holloman!” Her face was flushed and her hair stood out in
        every direction. “I was right! Thanks for all your help. I couldn’t have
        done it without you.”
            I blinked. “Really? But what exactly have you done, Labelle? I’m
        going  to  have  a  lot  of  explaining  to  do  back  at  West  Valley  High
        School.”
            She dismissed any such concern with a wave of her hand. “You
        don’t have to worry. The police, however, may have to come up with
        some reason why they let a murder go uninvestigated and a murderer
        almost get away with it.”
            “You mean Ronny Knowles? But you saw Mr. Ewidge fall!”
            “No, I didn’t. That was what I supposed to see, but there were too
        many strange things about that scene to make it believable. It kept
        bothering me that Sherrie and I just happened to be where we were
        when the ‘accident’ occurred. And then there was the hat.”
            “The hat?”
            “Do you recall that photograph taken just before we split up that
        morning? It showed Mr. Ewidge wearing his Panama hat. Well, like
        all  his clothing,  it fit him perfectly.  When I saw  him again from a
        distance about an hour later, he was still wearing it. But it didn’t fit
        the same: it came down lower on his head, down to his ears. That
        started me thinking it was someone else wearing it.”
            “You mean—”
            “Yes. What Sherrie and I witnessed was an illusion. She was part
        of it, but she didn’t know it. Not until I got her up here today. You
        see, as soon as Ronny knew the schedule of the field trip, he planned
        the  whole  thing  out.  He  must  have  come  up  here  in  advance  and
        picked his spots. Then, once we were here, at some point before we
        went  off  in  search  of  specimens,  he  must  have  arranged  with  Mr.
        Ewidge to meet up on that ledge at a certain time, say ten-thirty.”
            “And—and he killed him there?”
            “He must have. He couldn’t have risked doing it somewhere else
        and carrying the body to that place. Someone might have seen him,
        and that would have ruined it. No, he needed to make it look like an
        accident  and  to  provide  himself  an  alibi  in  case  that  failed.  That
        meant staging the fall we witnessed: it placed him nowhere near the
        scene  of  the  crime  and  shifted  the  time  it  occurred.  To  make  it
        succeed he arranged with Sherrie to meet him at that other lookout

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