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civilian.”
    â€œWhat about me?”
    â€œYou’re kind of a semipro, because of your relationship with Lance Cabot.”
    â€œThanks.”
    â€œThe fellows and I put together Don’s day, before he died,” Rawls said.
    â€œAnd?”
    â€œHe had lunch at the yacht club, picked up his mail and went home. He had dinner alone, called me, then got himself murdered.”
    â€œThat’s it?”
    â€œThat’s it. If he’d been anywhere on the island, he’d have been seen.”
    â€œDid he talk to anybody anywhere, except at the yacht club?”
    â€œNothing more than to say hello.”
    â€œWho’d he have lunch with?”
    â€œHe had lunch alone, talked to anybody who dropped by, nothing important.”
    â€œAnd then he called you and said he’d found out something?”
    â€œAfter thinking about it all day.”
    â€œWas he alone at home when he called?”
    â€œUntil he was joined by his murderer later in the evening.”
    â€œDid he make any phone calls?”
    There was a brief silence.
    â€œI’d like to see his phone records,” Stone said.
    â€œHe had that caller ID thing,” Rawls replied.
    â€œThen there might be a log of the calls he received.”
    â€œYeah, but not the calls he made.”
    â€œCan we get into the house?”
    â€œI’ve got a key, and Harley and I are his executors. Fifteen minutes?”
    â€œSee you there.” Stone hung up.
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    RAWLS WAS ALREADY at Don Brown’s house when Stone arrived. He let them into the house, and they went into Brown’s den.
    â€œHere we go,” Stone said. The phone was a Japanese-made combination of answering machine and cordless phone with other features. Stone looked at the buttons carefully, pressed a couple, then a number appeared on the little screen. “Looks like he received only one call.” It was an 800 number.
    â€œThat’s an Agency WATS line,” Rawls said. “It’s unpublished, of course, but it’s one of the lines that Agency people can call in on from outside or, of course, receive calls from.”
    â€œAny way to tell who called?” Stone asked.
    Rawls shook his head. “Nope. Anybody with an extension from the main switchboard can pick up a phone, dial a number and get a dial tone, then call anywhere in the world.”
    â€œThere must be an internal record of which extension used the WATS line,” Stone said.
    â€œI expect there would be.”
    â€œDo you have any way of checking on it?”
    â€œThe best way would be through Lance; he’s active, and most of my friends are retired.”
    â€œI’ll call him,” Stone said.
    â€œYou can use this phone.”
    Stone dialed Lance’s cell number.
    â€œYes?”
    â€œIt’s Stone. Bad news from up here.”
    â€œDon Brown? I heard. This is not a good development.”
    â€œLance, Don received a call from Langley in the late afternoon on the day of his death. Whoever called used an Agency WATS line. Can you find out who made the call?”
    â€œProbably.”
    â€œI’m going to ask the state police to get Don’s phone records, so we can find out who he might have called at Langley.”
    â€œI don’t think that will work,” Lance said.
    â€œWhy not?”
    â€œBecause he would have called in on the WATS line and asked for a name or an extension. All the Agency would have would be a record that he called in, not which extension he asked for. It’s a deficiency, I know, and it’s being corrected, but it hasn’t been done yet.”
    â€œWhatever you say.”
    â€œThat’s not to say that Don might not have made local calls in Maine that might be significant, so I’d ask the cops for his local records.”
    â€œThanks. When will you get back to me about the WATS line?”
    â€œLater today, if I can.” Lance hung up.
    Stone called Sergeant Young and asked for Don Brown’s phone records, and Young promised to fax them to him.
    â€œI guess that’s all we can do for the moment,” Rawls said.
    â€œA thought,” Stone said. “Did Don have an ex-wife who hated him?”
    â€œNo, his wife died less than a year ago. They were married for more than fifty years, and I don’t think she had learned to hate him yet. I’ve got a couple who hate me; so does Harley. Mack is a lifelong bachelor.”
    â€œWhat was