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take Voyles with me； but I'll keep his mouth shut。 Make him stand behind me。 I'll give some more details and answer a few questions。 Networks'll carry it live； don't you think？〃
〃Of course。 Good idea。 I'll get it started。〃
He picked off his gloves and threw them in a corner。 〃Show them in。〃 He carefully leaned his putter against the wall and slid into his Bally loafers。 As usual； he had changed clothes six times since breakfast； and now wore a glen plaid double…breasted suit with a red and navy polka…dot tie。 Office attire。 The jacket hung on a rack by the door。 He sat at his desk and scowled at some papers。 He nodded at Voyles and Gminski； but neither stood nor offered to shake hands。 They sat across the desk； and Coal took his usual standing position like a sentry who couldn't wait to fire。 The President pinched the bridge of his nose as if the stress of the day had delivered a migraine。
〃It's been a long day； Mr。 President；〃 Bob Gminski said to break the ice。 Voyles looked at the windows。
Coal nodded； and the President said： 〃Yes； Bob。 A very long day。 And I have a bunch of Ethiopians invited for dinner tonight； so let's be brief。 Let's start with you； Bob。 Who killed them？〃
〃I do not know； Mr。 President。 But I assure you we had nothing to do with it。〃
〃Do you promise me； Bob？〃 He was almost prayerful。
Gminski raised his right hand with the palm facing the desk。 〃I swear。 On my mother's grave； I swear。〃
Coal nodded smugly as if he believed him； and as if his approval meant everything。
The President glared at Voyles； whose stocky figure filled the chair and was still draped with a bulky trench coat。 The Director chewed his gum slowly and sneered at the President。
〃Ballistics？ Autopsies？〃
〃Got 'em；〃 Voyles said as he opened his briefcase。
〃Just tell me。 I'll read it later。〃
〃The gun was small…caliber； probably a 。22。 Point…blank range for Rosenberg and his nurse； powder burns indicate。 Hard to tell for Ferguson； but the shots were fired from no farther than twelve inches away。 We didn't see the shooting； you understand？ Three bullets into each head。 They picked two out of Rosenberg； found another in his pillow。 Looks like he and the nurse were asleep。 Same type slugs； same gun； same gunman； evidently。 plete autopsy summaries are being prepared； but there were no surprises。 Causes of deaths are quite obvious。〃
〃Fingerprints？〃
〃None。 We're still looking； but it was a very clean job。 Appears as if he left nothing but the slugs and the bodies。〃
〃How'd he get into the house？〃
〃No apparent signs of entry。 Ferguson searched the place when Rosenberg arrived around four。 Routine procedure。 He filed his written report two hours later； and it says he inspected two bedrooms； a bath； and three closets upstairs； and each room downstairs； and of course found nothing。 Says he checked all windows and doors。 Pursuant to Rosenberg's instructions； our agents were outside； and they estimate Ferguson's four o'clock inspection took from three to four minutes。 I suspect the killer was waiting and hiding when the Justice returned and Ferguson walked through。〃
〃Why？〃 Coal insisted。
Voyles' red eyes watched the President and ignored his hatchet man。 〃This man is obviously very talented。 He killed a Supreme Court Justice maybe two and left virtually no trail。 A professional assassin； I would guess。 Entry would not be a problem for him。 Eluding a cursory inspection by Ferguson would be no problem for him。 He's probably very patient。 He wouldn't risk an entry when the house was occupied and cops around。 I think he entered sometime in the afternoon and simply waited； probably in a closet upstairs； or perhaps in the attic。 We found two small pieces of attic insulation on the floor under the retractable stairs； suggests they had recently been used。〃
〃Really doesn't matter where he was hiding；〃 the President said。 〃He wasn't discovered。〃
〃That's correct。 We were not allowed to inspect the house； you understand？〃
〃I understand he's dead。 What about Jensen？〃
〃He's dead too。 Broken neck； strangled with a piece of yellow nylon rope that can be found in any hardware store。 The medical examiners doubt the broken neck killed him。 They're reasonably confident the rope did。 No fingerprints。 No witnesses。 This is not the sort of place where witnesses e rushing forward； so I don't expect to find any。 Time of death was around twelve…thirty this morning。 The killings were two hours apart。〃
The President scribbled notes。 〃When did Jensen leave his apartment？〃
〃Don't know。 We're relegated to the parking lot； remember。 We followed him home around 6 P。M。； then watched the building for seven hours until we found out he'd been strangled in a queer joint。 We were following his demands； of course。 He sneaked out of the building in a friend's car。 Found it two blocks from the joint。〃
Coal took two steps forward with his hands clasped rigidly behind him。 〃Director； do you think one assassin did both jobs？〃
〃Who in hell knows。 The bodies are still warm。 Give us a break。 There's precious little evidence right now。 With no witnesses； no prints； no screwups； it'll take time to piece this thing together。 Could be the same man； I don't know。 It's too early。〃
〃Surely you have a gut feeling；〃 the President said。
Voyles paused and glanced at the windows。 〃Could be the same guy； but he must be superman。 Probably two or three； but regardless； they had to have a lot of help。 Someone fed them a lot of information。〃
〃Such as？〃
〃Such as how often Jensen goes to the movies； where does he sit； what time does he get there； does he go by himself； does he meet a friend。 Information we didn't have； obviously。 Take Rosenberg。 Someone had to know his little house had no security system； that our boys were kept outside； that Ferguson arrived at ten and left at six and had to sit in the backyard； that〃
〃You knew all this；〃 the President interrupted。
〃Of course we did。 But I assure you we didn't share it with anyone。〃 The President shot a quick conspiratorial glance at Coal； who was scratching his chin； deep in thought。
Voyles shifted his rather wide rear and gave Gminski a smile； as if to say； 〃Let's play along with them。〃
〃You're suggesting a conspiracy；〃 Coal said intelligently with deep eyebrows。
〃I'm not suggesting a damned thing。 I am proclaiming to you； Mr。 Coal； and to you； Mr。 President； that； yes； in fact； a large number of people conspired to kill them。 There may be only one or two killers； but they had a lot of help。 It was too quick and clean and well organized。〃
Coal seemed satisfied。 He stood straight and again clasped his hands behind him。
〃Then who are the conspirators？〃 the President asked。 〃Who are your suspects？〃
Voyles breathed deeply and seemed to settle in his chair。 He closed the briefcase and laid it at his feet。 〃We don't have a prime suspect； at the m