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"Did you recognize him?"
"No. I don't think I ever saw him before."
"Describe him."
"Uh, I can't, very well."
"Short? Tall? Age? Bearded? Race? How dressed?"
"I never saw him standing up. He wasn't a youngster but he wasn't an old
man, either. I don't think he wore a beard."
"Moustache?"
"I don't know." (I did know. No moustache. Age about thirty.)
"Race?"
"White. Light skin, anyhow, but not blond like a Swede. Richard, there
wasn't time to catch all the details. He threatened you with some sort of weapon
and you shot him and you jumped up as the waiter came over-and I backed up and
waited until they took him away."
"Where did they take him?"
"I'm not sure. I backed into the ladies' lounge and let the door contract.
They could have taken him into the gentlemen's room just across the passage. But
there's another door at the end of the passage marked 'Employees Only.'"
"You say he threatened me with a weapon?"
"Yes. Then you shot him and jumped up and grabbed his weapon and shoved it
into your pocket, just as our waiter came up on the other side."
(Oho!) "Which pocket did I put it in?"
"Let me think. I have to turn myself that way in my mind. Your left pocket.
Your left outside jacket pocket."
"How was I dressed last night?"
"Evening dress, we had come straight from the ballet
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