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At the time, Stewart Underwood had become corporate secretary and general manager of the marketing division of the Duncan Hines Institute, and owned a fair amount of stock in Hines-Park Foods
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Underwood was on his way to his honeymoon in Myrtle Beach, SC, when Pops had the state police pull him over and tell him to go to the nearest phone to call my father
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Pops told him that P&G had made an offer and he wanted to know if Underwood was willing to sell his shares
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Having worked for my father for sixteen years and knowing the state of business at that time, Underwood said he would be more than happy to sell
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Stewart Underwood recalls the massive effort and complexity of dismantling the guidebook program by Procter & Gamble
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”12 The reference to newspapers in hand reminds me of another story about my father’s voracious newspaper consumption, told to me by Stewart Underwood years after my father passed away
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Underwood told me when my father chartered short business trips on small planes, where he had to sit in the cockpit beside the pilot, the windows could be opened since they were flying low
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Underwood was my mom’s fifth grade teacher
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Tarrant County Jail Captain Gravitt is full of the stuff the man in cell 14 (Rodney Underwood) had smeared from head to toe a few days ago
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I recall an interview I heard with Carrie Underwood following her victory on the
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I randomly chose Underwood Street located three blocks to my right, and I approached it with the sun"s rays hitting my left side with great intensity
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Underwood Street contained the usual amenities found in posh neighbourhoods except for a thing or two, but what were they? I wondered
13.
“Good evening, Preacher man,” Terence Underwood said as he moved into the light for the reverend to identify him
14.
Having finished her crumpet and deciding that George absolutely must try these given his fondness for them back home, she hesitated before starting her next upon seeing Faye Underwood, if her memory served correctly, appear on the veranda from the lobby and survey the occupant to discern any acquaintances
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Regardless of her suspicions about Faye Underwood, Lady Jane expected the woman to approach and prepared herself mentally for such an intrusion
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Underwood will be joining me for tea
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“Yes,” she continued, “do you remember that young man and woman we met on the train? Their name was Underwood
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Underwood by chance happened to join me,” she said with a tone of resentment to indicate her displeasure with what she considered an intrusion
19.
He had sensed that in Faye Underwood the moment he saw her staring at his wife as though she were a goddess; he was even sure she looked to him as a fatherly figure and admired him for that, though their contact had been brief in that club car
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Underwood at greater length
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It was those qualities he admired in Southern women, and Faye Underwood seemed the epitome of the ideal Southern lady who shared many of the mannerisms and attributes of purebred English ladies
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If this was to happen, it would be undisputable confirmation of her suspicions concerning Faye Underwood and her fraudulent pretenses of social skills
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Looking in that direction, she saw Faye Underwood standing beside a cluster of Louis XV armchairs whose coverings precisely matched the wallpaper complementing the light paneling
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Underwood?” Lady Jane inquired with a raised eyebrow as if to indicate her distaste for his lack of manners
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Underwood will keep me company here for the time
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Underwood so as to keep her name on the table
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Underwood, with your marriage?”
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Underwood, I thank you for entertaining my wife for the evening while I am temporarily an invalid
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Underwood, I was planning on having a smoke in the lounge before heading to bed
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Terence Underwood and his habits; then, he and Lady Jane would confer on the issue, regardless of their intentions not to get involved in a marital dispute
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The woman’s voice, touched with rage, sounded oddly familiar, but the man’s voice, quivering with futile defenses, was low but recognizable as that of Terence Underwood
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As he finished his story about his first battle, Lord Ashburn saw the door slowly open and Terence Underwood saunter into the room, pausing to greet several of the other men with whom he was obviously vaguely acquainted from his stay here
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Regretting having to send so ardent listeners away for the time and risking ostracizing himself from them for such a dismissal, he resolved to keep to that work for which he had invited the young Underwood here tonight, especially after hearing Lady Jane’s accounts of the dance
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“I can imagine,” Lord Ashburn mumbled as he studied his cards in order to give Underwood the impression of detachment and inspire him to continue with his saga
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He should ensure that Underwood would maintain a stiff upper lip during their conversation
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Underwood as she was now described, especially given her breeding that she had revealed to Lady Jane; it was as if she were two different people—one for public presentation and the other for private
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Whatever opinion he once had of Terence Underwood was completely and utterly accurate, for the man was indeed a low, crafty soul
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Lord Ashburn bit his lip, realizing the plot Underwood had contrived
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” He noticed that the air of confidence surrounding Underwood had vanished, leaving only this poor, hopeless soul caught in a marriage so vile that he was willing to try almost anything to free himself of his oppression
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Yes, the punishment he was receiving from Faye Underwood was very suited to his crime and malevolence
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Having recalled meeting Faye Underwood a few days ago in the lobby and formulating the opinion of her as a pleasant, well-mannered Southern girl, Elizabeth jumped at the chance to spend time with such a delightful companion, especially since the caller had sounded deeply perturbed and she herself was quite bored with having no company with whom to converse here in the hotel even though she was on vacation to avoid further publicity
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Hesitating to allow the waiter to approach and take Faye’s order, Elizabeth sipped her lemonade as a vision of Faye Underwood flashed through her mind
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Yes, she knew then that she was being watched by Terence Underwood who had probably been watching his wife from the comfort of one of the sofas in the lobby
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Underwood was her name
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Harold, you and Billy Joe come with Underwood and me
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Underwood,” he said politely with his drawl, “I’m glad you could join us
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Underwood? You all right, son?”
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Underwood,” Feltus said with genuine sincerity as he removed his hat
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Feltus was completely aware that his face must have paled momentarily while the initial jolt from this accusation settled in his mind and perhaps confirmed an unconscious suspicion towards the arrogant and intricately presented Terence Underwood, but he managed to adroitly regain his composure while he processed the information and devised questions with which to pursue the allegation
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For example, how well did this woman really know the Underwoods? And how could she automatically accept a troubled woman’s suspicions that her husband was trying to kill her to free himself of her companionship? Faye Underwood was dead, and he had not personally known her so as to judge or draw conclusions concerning her character; even if this woman had known the victim, it would merely be her word about Faye’s character and trustworthiness against that of the defendant, a man who had lived with his wife for years and probably knew her better than anyone, especially a stranger
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In case you hadn’t guess, it was Faye Underwood
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He would need to work at an accelerated rate with his first duty being to sort out some of the details in his mind concerning the time frame then to find some other witnesses who could corroborate Elizabeth’s description of Terence Underwood
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Her convictions concerning the personality of Faye Underwood were admirable, and they had managed to slightly bring to life the victim that he never knew other than by name
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The task before him now would not be pleasant, especially since it entailed questioning the victim’s apparently grieving husband in a fashion so as not to arouse suspicion as to the reasons behind the queries; if this Terence Underwood was a man of substantial means, he could make it very difficult and disagreeable for anyone conducting an investigation that he may wish to conceal
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rolled in from the turbulent grey-coloured ocean, Feltus arrived at the spot where he concluded Faye Underwood had met her death
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Though he would have to confirm this with Washington, he believed that he recalled the stable boy mentioning that no riders other than Faye Underwood had been out yesterday
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When he returned to the stables after a swift ride back to the hotel, Feltus instructed Washington to hold his horse and to saddle another for Terence Underwood, as they would both be going back out in under half an hour
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I have to do a few things first, but I’m going to have Terence Underwood take me to the spot where he was hunting yesterday
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was to convince Terence Underwood to show him his hunting route yesterday without raising the suspicions of the suspect
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Yes, they would be very beneficial in this investigation and may in fact help solidify the case for murder against Terence Underwood
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Underwood? Is that correct?” He felt the hesitation and reluctance in the air
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Faye Underwood was a very sweet young woman
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Underwood was not the gentlewoman my husband makes her out to be
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The true characters of both Terence and Faye Underwood were slowly beginning to materialize, though only in fragments and small pieces
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Ultimately, the overriding sentiment was that Terence Underwood was quite capable of murdering his wife for in general one reason—freedom to either pursue other lovers or to rid himself of the mental anguish through which he suffered in the relationship
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There was a brief pause during which time Feltus considered the possibility that Underwood, sensing the forces lining up against him, had already fled the scene of his foul deed, but his fears were laid to rest five seconds later when a rumpled and tired-looking Terence opened the door
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Underwood, I was just wondering if you could show me your hunting path that you took yesterday
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Underwood!” he called out, knowing he needed to elicit a response and a reaction to the area of the forest where he saw his mark on a nearby tree
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Underwood?” Feltus inquired as he stepped in front of Terence to block his view of the dunes and turned to face the suspect over whose shoulder he could distinctly see the pencil he had left in the soil to mark the spot where the shell had fallen
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With a slight nod to Feltus, he looked Terence Underwood directly and coldly in the eyes, as though he was examining his very soul and innermost thoughts
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“I was perfectly prepared to let this pass as an act of misadventure, until one of the guests who knew the victim, Faye Underwood, said she thought the husband, Terence, had killed her
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“Terence Underwood,” he muttered
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Though that would certainly be inconvenient for him and his plans, he would merely have to adjust to this development as best as he could under the circumstances, for he knew he could not let his guard down against Terence Underwood, lest this man who had already figured he was a suspect attempt to flee from the investigation
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It was also strange that his demeanour had relaxed somewhat when he learned the nature of the inquiry involved the disappearance of Faye Underwood, though the disgusted and anxious flare in his eyes betrayed his true sentiments towards the issue
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“And Faye Underwood?”
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Underwood may have done it, Preacher
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Try as he might to put the matter from his mind temporarily in order to observe the forces of Mother Nature at work, Feltus could not suppress that unpleasant thought of Faye Underwood and the search he and the boys had mounted at the beckoning of Terence during similar conditions
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Upon entering the lobby that was still quiet and nearly deserted, perhaps due to the early hour or the unpleasant weather that may have inspired many guests to remain in the confines of their comfortable beds, Feltus felt a sense of tension and trepidation hanging in the air like one of the dark storm clouds on the horizon that displayed its powerful fury over the ocean and seemed to forebode the pending arrest that would sufficiently close the murder of Faye Underwood
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Underwood killed his wife? I was under the impression from our conversation yesterday that you both believed he was quite capable of murder
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The fingerprints on there matched those of Terence Underwood
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He hesitated so that he had the complete and undivided attention of his listeners then continued, “The night before Faye Underwood died there was an attempt made on her life
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Perhaps he only wanted to ensure that proper justice was done, regardless of his sentiments towards the young victim, and that there would be no way for Underwood to escape the noose through a crafty solicitor’s arguments that instilled that important shadow of a doubt in the jury’s mind
83.
As he and Lowell approached the Carolinian Suite, he knew their presence was not entirely necessary, as he felt confident he could take the young and slender Underwood if it came to that, especially with the help of his twenty-two-caliber derringer he always carried in his jacket pocket
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It was, however, helpful to have this trustworthy and burly assistance, given that a cornered animal was the most dangerous of all and that they knew not what Underwood was capable of doing after having killed once
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There would be no escape from the hotel or from the noose for Terence Underwood now
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After several seconds of complete silence with absolutely no indication of movement from within, Feltus knocked again only more forcefully as if to give Underwood an impression of urgency, but still there was no response from the young man, the murderer, who was apparently holed up inside and very unwilling to admit his visitor
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With the covers pulled halfway up his chest, Terence Underwood was in his bed, his upper body propped up on a mound of pillows, lying perfectly still in his pajamas
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Terence Underwood, the wicked man who had ruthlessly murdered his wife then smugly basked in his own satisfaction with his deed, was now dead, obviously murdered as well by a force unknown, signifying that another killer, either human or supernatural, was possibly loose in the hotel
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In either of these situations, the murderer would have to be a guest of the hotel, one who knew Underwood and either killed him for revenge, in a fit of passion, or for some other as-yet-unknown motive
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“No one went in, and no one left with the exception of Underwood himself
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“First, at about nine thirty, just when Underwood got back from dinner, an older couple came from the other end of the hall and took the elevator
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Feltus’s ears perked at the mention of the blind woman he had met before and who had known Faye Underwood
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One of the names he mentioned was Terence Underwood
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Lowell leaned back in the chair as if to relax though it was obvious he was still troubled by the thought of Underwood
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The stillness and lack of liveliness disturbed him, for he greatly preferred the hustle and bustle of normal days when guests mingled even at this hour of the morning; now, with the chandelier and sconces dim in sympathy with the natural light, there seemed to be a hollowness permeating the air that even gave way to a touch of evil, perhaps that which Faye Underwood had feared and Elizabeth Bascomb had sensed
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After all, there were still many unanswered questions about those individuals who were going to testify on behalf of Faye Underwood, but their strange actions and behaviours perhaps suggested something more sinister that they wished to keep secret
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He would be most fortunate if their reactions while on the stand were as revealing as their demeanours now, an attribute that they had evidently overlooked despite their knowledge that Terence Underwood was dead as well
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Lord Ashburn wheeled himself to the coroner’s side and dutifully responded to the inquiries, giving a vivid depiction of Faye Underwood that seemed to bring her to life for all those in the room who had not had the fortune to meet her
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It was obvious from his tone and syntax that he was able to relate quite well to Faye Underwood and was saddened by her death, but he had been more than unenthusiastic to attend this inquest in order to assist in finalizing the cause of her death
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Upon completion of the preacher’s unrelenting, unflattering lambasting of Terence Underwood that indicated his utter disapproval of the man, Dr
