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SHOWMAN
his fingers working on some large object in his pocket. The only sensible thing I could think of to do was to put both my own hands on the table palms up.
"Your name Brady?" he asked.
I said yes. He looked down at my empty hands and then round the room. Everybody else had his eyes fixed piously on his plate. There was a distinct lull in the conversation. If I'd so much as twitched an ear, Hurd would certainly have plugged me and claimed selfdefense after the immemorial custom of bad-tempered sheriffs, but I sat still as a wax-works. I was a big name in the papers in those days and right in the middle of a widely publicized row and he didn't dare shoot unprovoked and risk the investigation that would certainly follow.
"Grwamph!" he said, way down in his chest, and then walked away. It was curious to hear the way conversation picked up again and knives and forks began to clink against the plates as soon as his back was out of sight. As for me, I was still breathing a little short by noon, when we were due at the governor's office to be told where to get off.
Houpt escorted Corbett and me over to encounter the majesty of the State of Arkansas. We were ushered into a highly unpretentious room in a bungalow kind of building where Hurd, Fitzsimmons, Julian and the governor were already expecting us. We snubbed Fitz and looked at the governor instead— he was well worth looking at. Any time he wanted to start he could have
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