"Jeff, couldn't we just take an hour or two off from murder and try to make the place look like home? It would do wonders for my morale."
"Sure, tell me what to do."
"I should have known; Jeff wasn't much help. He would pick up a lamp or a chair, walk thoughtfully around the room with it, then deposit it exactly the same spot where it had been standing.
(from The Frightened Stiff, by Kelley Roos)
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