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A hooded electric light was fastened to a board sign in such a manner that it illuminated the legend painted in red letters. These letters could be read a hundred and fifty feet awayPRIVATE PROPERTY, NO TRESPASSING—BEWARE OF VICIOUS DOGS WHO WILL ATTACK TRESPASSERS ON SIGHT, KEEP OFF! Whos the other director? Mason asked. Well, youre about to, Stone said. When he calls, hell explain himself in slightly accented English, or perhaps, Swedish: one of those. Careful, its catching. A Peeping Tom, you mean. Ear to ear. Thats how throats are cut. His throat was cut from ear to ear. I had read it many times, but I couldnt remember where. Max Quanes throat had been cut, but whoever had done it must not have been much of a reader, because he hadn’t bothered about ear to ear. There was a deep, short slashon each side of Quane’s throat. The slashes had reached the big arteries. There was a lot of blood on Quane, and he had left a trail of it on the green rug as he had tried to learn how to crawl all over again and had made a yard before he had quit trying and died. Mason said,Im very much interested in this thing. Im going to need certain information tonight. Would it be possible foryou to go out there and show me the location of that line? Even with daylight saving time, we havent very many minutes of daylight left. Out of your collection? What garbage truck? Dino yelled back. Frances, she said, to Stones surprise. Last name and address? Ill phone the pound. How can I possibly be sure youll really do that? Were lined up for it, she said. I see the Hawker. Its taxiing from the terminal. Thanks. Probably, the Senator said. Well, did you see Freddie Koontz? NYPD any closer to nailing whoever killed that woman? Take it easy, Mason warned under his breath. Remember now, a poker face! The jurors are watching you...