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you?" Contents of drawers and closets gave the police plenty of material for many long sessions of questions with Mr. Price. "This woman. Recognize her? She seems very close to Mr. Johnson - in a naked sort of way." It was obvious that the extravagant and plushy out of the way apartment which had no other tenants, jointly held by an oddly constructed partnership, was used regularly for trysts by both men. Johnson, decapitated was found sprinkled with shamrocks and fuchsia. A toy sword was folded into his lifeless left hand, a pen in his right. The right was stretched toward a bedside table where a message spelled out, LIFE CAN BE PRICELESS. "Do you know what that means, Mr. Price? What's your connection to the law school?" Sean Price startled with that one which was not a question but a prod which proclaimed, "We know where you live." The police offered him no information, but radio accounts provided a clear view of the scope of his error. "What do you know about a Doctor Milton Blake? The papers in your office, your desk, contain a very interesting depth of detail on the comings and goings of Doctor Blake." Much more than that, Price had diagrams of the man's home and a map to a field in Pennsylvania which was being excavated in an area of fresh growth. He was done, one way or the other. "Oh, Mr. Price, I almost forgot, Mr. Dryfus sends his regards." Price quaked with that. There were still chances that he might extricate himself from this mess, perhaps through some flaw in law he did not own but might be able to buy, or coerce. Who's left? Any judges? Legislators? Todd? Yes, Senator Todd has influence, chances were slim but not zero. Power is to the man who can wedge himself into the tenth decimal place. But legal escape was no escape at all. Identifying his son-in-law's head for the police was a lesson in civics. Without law, there is mankind and mankind without law gets ugly. You can only fuck with mankind so far and it is he that guards the order of