In the era of civil rights, he believed that solutions lay with local, not national government.

To a certain extent, it felt the solution lay in a coffee cup.

The solution for both the problems lay in war.

And the solution lay in the provision of further relief roads.

His eyes darted across the room, as if he had no idea where the solution lay.

The solution lay in using the West for his own ends.

The solution to the problem that had plagued him for all these months lay at last in his hands.

The whole solution to the case now lay within his grasp.

Yet the real solution to it all lay with him, even though he was a corpse.

That the solution of everything now lay at hand, Kenny never doubted.