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now."
    I hung up in the middle of his first question. I went back to Nora's bedroom. Shaja was supporting Nora, an arm around her shoulders, holding a glass of water to her lips. A coughing sob exploded a spray of water.
    "I'll be back later," I said. She gave me a grave nod.
    When I parked at the gas station, a department sedan was already in front of the cottage. The cottage lights were on. Two deputies were standing outside the open door. A middle-aged one and a young one.
    "Hold it right there!" one of them said.
    I stopped and said, "I phoned it in. My name is McGee."
    "Okay. Don't touch anything. We got to wait for the C. I. people," the middle-aged one said.

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    "My name is Hawks. This here is Deputy DeWall." He coughed and spat. "Friend of yours in there?"
    "Yes."
    "When'd you find him?"
    "A little after quarter of one. A few minutes after." Cops do not have to be particularly acute.
    The average citizen has very few encounters with the law during his lifetime. Consequently he reacts in one of the standard ways of the average citizen, too earnest, too jocular, too talkative.
    When someone does not react in one of those standard ways, there are only two choices, either he has been in the business himself, or he has had too many past contacts with the law. I could sense that they were beginning to be a little bit too curious about me. So I fixed it...
    "God, this is a terrible thing," I said. "I suppose you fellows see a lot of this kind of thing, but I don't think I could ever get used to it. Jesus, as long as I live I'll never forget seeing Sam there on the floor like that with the light shining on his face. I can't really believe it."
    Hawks yawned. "Somebody chopped him pretty good, Mr. McGee. The registration on the steering post says Samuel Taggart."
    "That's right. Sam Taggart. He used to live here. He went away three years ago, just got back today."
    The doctor arrived next. He stared in at the body, rocked from heel to toe, hummed a little tune and relit the stub of his cigar. Next came another patrol vehicle followed by a lab truck and by a Volkswagen with two reporters in it. A young square-shouldered, balding man in khaki pants, in a plaid wool shirt, and a baggy tweed jacket seemed to be in charge.
    Hawks and DeWall muttered to him as he stared in at the body. They motioned toward me.
    Everything was casual. No fuss, no strain. When a man with a hundred dollar car gets killed in a four dollar cabin, the pros are not going to get particularly agitated. The official pictures were taken. A reporter took a few shots. They weren't anything he could get into the paper. Tweed Jacket waved the doctor in. The ambulance arrived, and the two attendants stood their woven metal basket against the outside wall of the cabin and stood smoking, chatting, waiting for the doctor to finish his preliminary examination.
    The doctor came out, spoke briefly to Tweed Jacket and drove away. The ambulance boys went in and wrapped Sam, after Tweed Jacket checked his pockets, put him in the basket, strapped him in and toted him out and drove away with him-no siren, no red lights. Tweed Jacket waved the lab crew into the cabin and I heard him tell them to check the car out too.
    He came wandering over to me, the two reporters drifting along in his wake. He turned to them and said patiently, "Now I'll tell you if there's anything worth your knowing. You just go set and be comfortable, if you can spare the time."
    He put his hand out and said, "Mr. McGee, I'm Ken Branks. We appreciate it when people report an ugly thing like this rather than letting it set for somebody else to find, like when they come in the morning to tidy up. You come on over to the car where we can talk comfortable."
    We got into the front seat of his car. He uncased a little tape recorder and hooked the mike onto Page 20

    the dash and plugged it into the cigarette lighter. "Hope you don't mind this. I've got a terrible memory."
    "I don't mind."
    "Now tell me