"It won't be."
Parsons followed them outside.
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Parsons said nothing. His face was red and working,Hermes handbags offer his eyes wet. He stood there in his baggy shorts and sandals and glared at them. As they left the yard, he grabbed his fork and began to grub furiously in the ground, hacking blindly through the flowers, scattering mulch on the grass.
"It was not Hoyt Lewis. It was not." Parsons' eyes were watering.
"How do you know?" Springfield said. "It might have been Hoyt Lewis,Discount Hermes handbags and you just thought-"
"Lewis is brown from the sun. He's got old greasy hair and those peckerwood sideburns." Parsons' voice had risen and he was talking so fast it was hard to understand him. "That's how I knew.Discount Hermes handbags Of course it wasn't Lewis. This fellow was paler and his hair was blond. He turned to write on his clipboard and I could see under the back of his hat. Blond. Cut off square on the back of his neck."
Springfield stood absolutely still and when he spoke his voice was still skeptical. "What about his face?"
"I don't know. He may have had a mustache."
"Like Lewis?"
"Lewis doesn't have a mustache."
"Oh," Springfield said. "Was he at eye level with the meter? Did he have to look up at it?"
"Eye level,Hermes handbags outlet I guess."
"Would you know him if you saw him again?"
"No."
"What age was he?"
"Not old.Hermes handbags outlet I don't know."
"Did you see the Leedses' dog anywhere around him?"
"No."
"Look, Mr. Parsons, I can see I was wrong,Hermes handbags offer" Springfield said. "You're a real big help to us. If you don't mind, I'm going to send our artist out here, and if you'd just let him sit right here at your kitchen table, maybe you could give him an idea of what this fellow looked like. It sure wasn't Lewis."
"I don't want my name in any newspapers.
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