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JUDGE BRENDER had a wooden leg. That was why he refused to let his wife get up and answer the knock at the front door of the ranch house; he always wanted to show that in spite of a wooden leg he was about as active and agile as ever. So he waved his wife back to her newspaper-it was the idle hour of a mid-morning on Sunday-and he swung himself on his crutches and his sound leg into the hallway. The judge was a big man, but he found himself scowling through the screen door and the blinding ...