@page { margin-bottom: 5.000000pt; margin-top: 5.000000pt; } Chapter Seven After a few hours of fitful sleep, I was up, showered, and dressed by six. I went downstairs where it looked like a number of my travel companions had also found sleep to be difficult. They milled about the lobby, some with coffee or tea they’d brought from their rooms, others sitting quietly with blank expressions on their faces. I joined Seth Hazlitt and the Metzgers. “Doc told me about breaking the news to Mrs. Silverton,” Mort said. “I don’t envy you that job. It’s the one I always dread the most.” “She took it quite well,” Seth said. “Jessica stayed with her after the inspector and I left. How did she hold up, Jessica?” “Relatively well. Naturally, she was shaken and eventually wanted to be alone.” We all turned at the arrival of a camera and sound-man and a reporter from a TV station. They were followed by a man and a woman who had the hungry look of reporters from a different medium, probably print.
