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The clicking of typewriters in two of the offices almost drowned out the sound of the shot. It was just a faint _zing_, with a released-pressure kind of vibrancy about it. A ping-pong ball striking a metal screen might have produced such a sound.
It was strange and unusual enough to make Lynn Prentiss look up from the manuscript she was reading and wrinkle her brow. If a fly had alighted on her cheek she might have paused in much the same way, startled, incredulous -- asking herself if it really could be a fly. A fly in an air-conditioned office, with all of the windows shut?