Tuned for Murder

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The man stood on the downtown corner doing things that no one had ever seen done before. Outrageous, crazy things you might have expected to see done in an institution where the windows are barred and the walls are padded, but never on a street corner in the financial section of a respectable city.

Garfield City was extremely respectable, as towns go. It was in southern New York State in a hill region where quarries, mines and farming produced a lot of wealth. It was filled with well-to-do people and middle-class people. A sober-sided, reputable city of ninety thousand inhabitants, it distinctly was not in the habit of having men stand on its corners and do such things.

If the man had been an ordinary citizen, it would not have been so perplexing. But he was not an ordinary citizen.

He was about sixty, with a Palm Beach tan showing over the velvet collar of a lightweight spring topcoat, for which he had probably paid some tailor a couple of hundred dollars. He was portly, impressive in appearance, and had a dominating eye. He looked like “big time.” But he wasn’t acting like “big time.”

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