The Star Beast
“The babble died down and spectators tried to find seats. A young man wearing a hat and hung about with paraphernalia stepped into the path of the two officials. “Hold it!” he said and photographed them. “One more…and give us a smile, Judge, like the Commissioner had just said something funny.”
“One is enough. And take off that hat.” O’Farrell brushed past him. The man shrugged but did not take off his hat.
The clerk of the court looked up as they approached. His face was red and sweaty, and he had his tools spread out on the justice’s bench. “Sorry, Judge,” he said. “Half a moment.” He bent over a microphone and intoned, “Testing…one, two, three, four… Cincinnati…sixty-six.” He looked up. “I’ve had more grief with this recording system today.”
“You should have checked it earlier.”
“So help me, Judge, if you can find anybody… Never mind. I did check it, it was running sweet.
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