"Your name?"
"Cole. Martin Cole."
"Your profession?"
"A very important one. I am a literary agent specializing in science
fiction. I sell the work of various authors to magazine and book
publishers."
The Coroner paused to study Cole; to ponder the thin, mirthless smile.
The Coroner said, "Mr. Cole, this inquest has been called to look into
the death of one Sanford Smith, who was found near your home with a gun
in his hand and a bullet in his brain. The theory of suicide has been--"
"--rather hard to rationalize?"