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THE POINTING CORPSE

   When detective business was slow, the great Sherlock Holmes has spent the long, empty hours playing the violin. Sherman Holmes did the same, but with less soothing results. "Maybe I should take lessons," he would think as he sawed back and forth across the strings. When things got really slow, Sherman switched on one of his police band radios. 

   After two boring days of drizzle and inactivity, the detective intercepted a call reporting a murder victim found in a car. Sherman happened to hear this call from the police radio in his classic Bentley and made a quick turn up Canyon Road.

   He arrived to find Gunther Wilson standing beside his patrol car and a white sedan parked beside a panoramic view. The sergeant actually looked glad to see him. "I'm a little out of my depth on this one," he said. "It's a celebrity, Mervin Hightower. Shot at close range. I'm waiting for forensics and a tow truck. On top of being murdered, his car battery is dead."

   The whole city knew Mervin Hightower, a newspaper columnist who specialized in scandalous exposés. Sherman walked around to the driver's side. An arm extended out the partially open window, propped up on the glass edge. The hand was made into a fist, except for the index finger, which was straight and firm with rigor mortis. 

   "He appears to be pointing," Sherman deduced. "How long has the fellow been dead?"

   "What do I look like, a clock? The forensic boys will narrow it down. I saw the car and stopped to see if he needed help, which he doesn't. I recognized him, even with the blood. "

   Sherman looked in to see the columnist's familiar face contorted and frozen in agony. "I presume the man survived for a minute after the attack. What do you think he was pointing at, old bean? Something that could identify his killer?" Sherman lined up his eyes along the extended arm. "What story was he working on?"

   Wilson pulled a newspaper from his back pocket. "Here. In today's column, he says he's going to expose some embezzlement from the City Charity Board."

   There are only three people on the Charity Board," Sherman said, checking the column for their names. "Marilyn Lake, Arthur Curtis, and Tony Pine." Then he examined the view: A glistening lake, a neon sign for Curtis Furniture and a majestic grove of evergreens. "Zounds!" 

   "Zounds is right. If Mervin was trying to point out his killer, he did a lousy job." 

   "Not necessarily." Sherman was thinking. "I think he did just fine."

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