Weepers Circus

"Missis Fluker," said Sim, rising instantly, "wait jest two minutes till I see Mr. Pike on some pressin' business; I won't keep you over two minutes a-waitin'." He took her, set her down in a chair trembling, looked at her a moment as she began to weep, then, going out and closing the door, strode rapidly to the bar-room. "Let me help you settle your board-bill, Mr. Pike, by payin' you a little one I owe you." Doubling his fist, he struck out with a blow that felled the deputy to the floor. Then

taxpayers’ money.” “You’re oversimplifying, Congressman,” broke in Gillette. “You’re talking about a utopian factfinding apparatus. There’s no such thing.” “I’m talking about reasonable men, sir. I’m a lawyer, and before I came up to this godforsaken circus, I dealt with ascending levels of confidentiality every day of my life. What’s so damn new about them?” “And what’s your point?” asked the Monk. “I want an explanation. For over eighteen months I’ve sat on the House Assassination Subcommittee. I’ve