The only electronics we were allowed was the small digital recorder. The SJL bought us a very expensive one. My plan was to allow them to donate it to...Selfridge Investigations when we got home.We arrived a few minutes too early and were forced to wait with the other visitors. Eddie Marsh wasn’t a big man. He was really just kind of an ordinary guy. He really didn’t even look like a killer, let alone a double murderer.“Eddie Marsh?” I asked.“You the guy from that Southern Justice League?” he. Personally, I think they would do just fine without the money and fame," I said."What do you think it would take for you to do a walk on?" she asked."There is nothing you have that I want," I said."How about if we do an episode about your effort to preserve the town. We might could get you some publicity." she said."You will have to take that up with the people who are involved I'm just the landlord," I said."We both know that isn't true," she said."Wilson tells me you did some research on me?". Mom and dad were out in the kitchen, so it took a little longer for them to realize that something was going on, but eventually daddy poked his head around the doorway and gave out with a loud gasp as he saw me gyrating on the table with all the men starting to gather around. By this time I was swirling my blouse around my head and tossing it out into the crowd (I noticed mom's best friend's husband grab it and quickly stuff it inside his jumper!), and by the time he'd managed to push himself. This took the first ten minutes of the forty-five minute exam, and then came the first practical exercise. The room had five rows of seats which were set up as one side of an aircraft’s central corridor – the size of the corridor and position of the seats on its other side being marked by white lines on the floor. The younger instructor sat in the aisle seat in one of the rows, and then beckoned me to her. I approached down the imaginary corridor, and stopped just in front of her seat,.