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the capabilities of my office. I do not plan to ask for outside help
at this time, no."

"Do you think it's possible that the murder could have been
politically motivated?"

"I really couldn't say…"

"Considering the importance of the case and the un-usualness
of its nature, who is going to be put in charge?"

When the question was phrased that way, there was only one
answer he could give. "I am making myself personally
responsible for the investigation."

"Will you be putting out an all points bulletin?"

"When I have some faint idea of the typ: of person we're
looking for, yes. If we haven't caught him by that time, of
course."

"What kind of person do you think could have committed
such a terrible crime?"

At that moment, Maschen saw Howard Willsey, the District
Attorney, enter the room towards the back, and his mind
wandered from the question for a moment. "Why, urn, uh, he
appears to me to have been, uh, somewhat disturbed. If, uh, you
gentlemen will excuse me now, I believe the District Attorney
wishes to have a talk with me."

There was some mumbling of routine thank-you's as the
reporters began grabbing for copies of the statement and the
cameramen started dismounting their equipment. The DA
politely pushed his way through the crowd of newsmen to get to
the sheriff's side. Howard Willsey was a tall man, thin and
insubstantial with a bleak, hawklike nose and watery eyes that
always appeared on the verge of tears. He was a prosecutor
largely because he had been unable to succeed in private
practice.

"Let's go into your office," he said when he reached the sheriff.

Back in the comparative calm of his office, Maschen felt much
more at ease. It was as though the wildcat that had leapt on his
back had suddenly turned out to be a stuffed toy, after all. The
removal of pressure was a positive blessing. Willsey, on the other
hand, was nervous. He had a cigarette in his mouth before
Maschen could even offer him a chair. "Well, Howard," the
sheriff said with forced cheerfulness, "need I ask what's brought