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 He lay shackled by death, powerless to use the knowledge at his command."

ASON SANDERS sat impassively while the twelve jurors filed importantly into the box. Out of the corner of his wizened little eyes he regarded with derisive contempt the perspiring individual who cowered beside him. The individual perspired because upon the verdict of the jury hinged his life. He cowered because he was guilty. Jason Sanders enjoyed a mental laugh. It was a foregone conclusion that his client would not fry in the electric chair. No jury had ever sentenced a man to death in a scant half-hour. So a pleasant sense 45