Park Wilson was yet again being interviewed by the Guards. They knew they had no concrete evidence but no harm in trying. The rattle-the-cage method. The only one rattled was Park’s aunt, Sarah. She had immediately called the lawyer, who quite crossly snapped,
“Say nothing, keep saying nothing.”
Then, practicing his own advice, hung up.
Sarah, getting right in Sergeant Ridge’s face, implored,
“Can you please stop this harassment?”
Ridge gave a vaguely tolerant smile.
“Inquiries must be followed.”
Sarah, throwing up her hands, turned to Park, who was sitting peacefully in an armchair, demanded,
“Park, say something!”
He looked at Ridge, said,
“Beware of heard and sounds like bird
. . . And dead; it’s said like bed, not bead.”
Ridge, dressed in full sergeant’s regalia and with tw
