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andiron with its tell-tale stain. He pulled himselfup to a half-crouch and looked wildly around the dark living-room. Thecamera was an accusing eye. "It was an accident," he murmured. "Hisheart. He was an old man."

  The photo album still lay open on the table.

  Ewing had saved two pictures. One of himself. The other....

  There was a heavy knocking at the front door.

  Joey went shakily to the album. Gripping the table's edge, he turned tothe second picture:

  Joey Barrett sat in a chair. His trousers were slit. His head was shavedand there were straps and electrodes.

  It was the kind of picture that would sell a thousand extra copies.