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The right to bear arms was one thing, but what did
a pharmacist need with a machine gun? If it was not for
the drug addicts he supplied in his drugstore, it was,
decided Orchid's sister, Sarah MacDermott, for mass
murder. She was not unique in considering Mr. Smalter
an eccentric anyhow—his most evident eccentricity
being the fact that he was only four-and-a-half feet tall.
"The dwarf 's an oddball," Lime had told A.A. Hayes.
"Gives me the willies."
"Poor Sammy, but I do think wearing a yellow bow
tie in the winter is going too far," Father Highwick had
told Jonathan Fields. "He could be dreaming of
murdering us all in our beds," Sarah MacDermott told
her sister, Orchid. But Sammy Smalter was not a dwarf
and hated to be called one. He was a midget, or he was
somewhere, depending on the textbook consulted,
between midgethood and low man on the totem pole of
height. No one in town knew exactly why he should
have been so afflicted; he had simply stopped growing.
Gladys Goff suspected it was because his maternal
great-grandfather, Charles Bradford Dingley III, had
married a servant girl. That servant girl, Bridget Quin