MODEL FOR MANSLAUGHTER,
by Paul ChadwickA strange, tight smile twitched Hal Archer’s lips as he lingered before his mirror. There was an empty feeling in his stomach. But his hands were steady. He finished shaving, spread cold cream over his smooth, good-looking face and combed English pomade into his seal-black hair until every strand lay glossy and flat. A man must look his best when he goes to commit murder.
Downstairs, his elderly cousin, Waldo Kane, sat on the porch of the big seashore house. Kane looked up from a book when Archer approached.
Archer made his voice sound natural as he announced: “I’m going for a drive, Waldo.” Then he added, with a trace of mockery: “Hope you have a nice dip over on the island.” Archer’s tone held the usual contempt for his bookworm cousin.
For Wal
