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MIKE HENNESSEY LOOKED very calm, almost majestic, in death; most easily recognizable. Surefoot Smith came out of the sinister little building and waited while the police sergeant turned the key.
Dick was waiting at the station. He had had enough of horrors for one night, and had not attempted to join in the identification.