“I don’t mind if I do—or where I do. Nothing like
‘a small town can. No cops, no vice squad, no secu-
rity. At the rate I’'m getting it, I just hope I can hold
out for another ten years.”

Tom had promised to take me on one his trips
and show me his technique first hand. Before eoming
to the south I had called him hoping to get some
more specific information.

The voice answering the phone at his office was
cold.

Did they know where I could get in touch with
him?

The answer was “no.”

Had he left long ago or just recently?

“Suddenly,” was the short reply. “There was some
trouble—some town in the mid-west. I think he’s still
there.” The phone clicked off.

Obviously some police chief had found an extra
hand to do vice duty. Or one of those doll-baby,
young husbands had complained.