Michael Malone - Weebly

"Don't tell me faith in the powers of the CIA is
sending you back to the church?" Abernathy smiled as
he searched for his pipe.
"No, sir. Those old theologians thought it was all a
good plan. I think the pattern's there, but I think it
stinks. That bartender in a coma or what?" Hayes
shook his Scotch glass more vehemently.
"Look here, Winslow, something I've been meaning
to ask you."
Not him, too, thought Abernathy. Must I explain
away the loss of a wife even to him? "What?" he asked.
His pipe seemed to be in none of his pockets.
"You know that crazy smut mail folks have been
getting, accusations and out-and-out libels? Have you
gotten one?"
In his relief the lawyer laughed. "No. I was passed
over. I know Arthur got one inviting him rather
brusquely to resign as first selectman. Otto mentioned
something about it. Probably some prankster, you
know, like teenagers calling strangers on the phone."
"Well, that's what I told Limus Barnum; he seems to
think we should ride out at night like vigilantes and string