dog, sitting on a park bench looking at the
lake, smell of burning leaves . . .
“‘Hello kid, mind if I sit down?’ The man
was thin and grey with pinpoint eyes, the
prison shadow in them like something dead.
‘If you don’t mind my saying so, you look
down in the dumps about something.’”
In a burst of confidence the young man
told him about the dog. “. . . he went back in-
side the burning house. You see, he thought I
was in there.”
“Kid, I got a pinch of something here make
you forget about that old dead dog. . .”
That’s how it started. Then he fell into the
hands of a sinister hypnotist who plied him
with injections of marijuana.
“Kill, kill, kill.” The words turned relent-
lessly in his brain, and he walked up to a
young cop and said “If you don’t lock me up I
shall kill you.” The cop sapped him without a
word. But a wise old detective in the precinct
takes a like to the boy, sets him straight and