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Fatal Flaw

A True Story of Malice and Murder in a Small Southern Town

- The Defense - Page 113

"Did you see any bodies?"  Dr. Machler said.

"No."  But Zeigler sounded uncertain.

"Think about it."

"I crawled over one."  Zeigler seemed almost close to a whimper.

"Whose body?"

"I don't know."

"A man or a woman?"  Machler said.

"I don't know."

"What do you feel?"

"I was just trying to find my glasses...there was nothing but bows...these damn bows."

"Where is the body?"

"Near me...I tried to find my glasses."

"Did you at any time see any other bodies?"

"No."

"What did you do next?"

"I tried to go to the back phone [on the back wall of the showroom] but I couldn't find it."  Zeigler's words were slurred now; the effects of the drug were obvious.  "I went to the front office.  I got my glasses on the desk.  I was so cold and so thirsty—"

"Did you see any other bodies?"

"—I went into the kitchen, I think I got a drink of water."

In the kitchen was Eunice's body, stretched out full-length in a room barely nine by fourteen feet.  But Machler did not question him.

Zeigler continued:  "I came out of the kitchen, I leaned up against a stool, I called Ted Van Deventer's home....I asked to speak to Don Ficke....I told Don Ficke, hurry, hurry, I've been shot....I went to the front of the store and sat down in a yellow lawn chair to wait."

Machler had a series of questions from Hadley.

"Did you throw the breaker switch at any time?" he asked.

"No."

"Did you talk to Charlie Mays that day?"

"He came in the store.  He wanted to buy some linoleum."

Zeigler struggled to pronounce that word.

"Did you talk to him about a television?"

"He asked me about a television set.  I carried him back to the back.  Curtis Dunaway was snoozing in the stockroom as we went in.3  I told [Mays] the television set would be $350 cash, 'cause it didn't belong to me."

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3     Dunaway was napping during Mays's second visit to the store that day.

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113
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