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. You did not see him threatening me; you
did not see me shoot him. Some third person shot him with an explosive dart.
Since he was facing you and it hit him in the chest, that dart must have come
right past you. Did you notice anyone standing?"
"No. Oh, there were waiters moving around, and busmen, and the maitre d'
and people getting up and sitting down. I mean I didn't notice anyone in
particular-certainly not anyone shooting a gun. What sort of a gun?"
"Gwen, it might not look like a gun. A concealed assassin's weapon capable
of shooting a dart short range- It could look like anything as long as it had
one dimension about fifteen centimeters long. A lady's purse. A camera. Opera
glasses. An endless list of innocent-appearing objects. This gets us nowhere as
I had my back to the action and you saw nothing out of the way. The dart
probably came from behind your back. So forget it. Let's see who the victim was.
Or whom he claimed to be."
I took out everything from all the pockets of that wallet, including a
poorly-concealed "secret" pocket. This last held gold certificates issued by a
Zurich bank, equivalent to about seventeen thousand crowns-his get-away money,
it seemed likely.
There was an ID of the sort the Golden Rule issues to each person arriving
at the habitat's hub. All it proves is that the "identified" person has a face,
claims a name, has made statements as to nationality, age, place of birth, etc
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