Chapter 4--Y. Ganh Longh

in front of the large theatre, (badly in need of a retouch), a tall, thin, dapper man in a light
grey business suit emerges with alacrity and seats himself in a waiting limousine.

calm and collected, wearing(?) a catfish mustache, pointed goatee and long fingernails,
the car's new passenger immediately adjusts himself as the mechanical chauffeur winds out
with the ragged,"a--round--the--block--ik?"

"Rudimentary, my dear 235X12", the living one effuses. As the two pull away and proceed
up the Avenue, taking the peeling right turn at the bridge, and toward the ocean just in view.

That must have been Y. Ganh Longh, notorious criminal, (and crassly outfitted), mastermind!

Or, on second thought, that 'must' have been Creighton Q. Crampton, famous actor and man
of a hundred crudely outdated faces, still wearing one of his 'makeups'.


The blind horse nudged near the back of my calf, waking me from my obsessiveness.

I, the man in overalls, standing dumbfounded and caught in mid-action. About to
unhitch the pitiable creature from its burdens.

Until an impulse overtakes the man to see about the theatre manager's safety...