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. The authentic
plantation-owning, nigger-whupping, wench-humping aristocrat spelled it the long
way and pronounced it the short way."
"I'm sorry you told me that."
"Why, dear?"
"Because there are three men and one woman listed here who spell it the
long way, Taliaferro. I don't know any of them. So I don't know which one to
kill."
"Do you have to kill one of them?"
"I don't know. Mmm, time I brought you up to date. If you are planning to
stay married to me at least fourteen days. Are you?"
"Of course I am! Fourteen days plus the rest of my life! And you are a male
chauvinist pig!"
"Paid-up lifetime membership."
"And a tease."
"I think you're cute, too. Want to go back to bed?"
"Not until you decide whom you intend to kill."
"That may take a while." I did my best to give Gwen a detailed, factual,
uncolored account of my short acquaintance with the man who had used the name
"Schultz." "And that's all I know. He was dead too quickly for me to leam more.
Leaving behind him endless questions."
I turned back to the terminal, keyed it to shift to wordpro-cessing mode,
then created a new file, as if I were setting up a potboiler:
THE ADVENTURE OF THE MISSPELLED NAME Questions To Be Answered:
1. Tolliver or Taliaferro?
2. Why does T. have to die?
3. Why would "we all be dead" if T. is not dead by noon Sunday?
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