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Weaver shook hands all round, expressed surprise at the presence of Crouther -- who shuffled his feet awkwardly and grinned -- rubbed his face with one nervous hand, and then sat down, waiting. He eyed the Inspector apprehensively.
Ellery, noting this, smiled. "No cause for neurosis, Wes," he said gently. "This isn't quite a third degree. Have a cigaret, make yourself comfortable, and listen for a moment."