by Americans for Democratic Action in convention here. “Can you get out?” A plow had rumbled by an hour earlier, but McIntire wasn’t about to commit himself to the sheriff until he found out where he would be called upon to get out to. “Don’t know for sure, I haven’t tried.” “There ain’t much point in going on about who killed Jack Stewart ’til we find out for sure whether it was Jack Stewart. Which we just might be able to do now.” “How’s that?” “They found more pieces of the teeth. Pieces with lead pellets in ’em.” “That makes it official, then,” McIntire said. Unless Rosie had used her daddy’s upper plate for target practice, they belonged to the victim. Which might very well be why Nelda had turned evasive when he’d asked about her husband’s teeth. “Did you ever find out if Stewart had his own teeth?”
