THE FRONT DOOR IS OPEN AND I WALK INTO A SMALL LOBBY. AT THE END OF THE LOBBY IS A DOOR WITH THE NAME STANFORD G. DEMILLE ATTORNEY AT LAW. I OPEN THE DOOR AND SEE AN EXTREMELY FAT MAN SITTING BEHIND A LARGE WALNUT DESK. "ARE YOU STANFORD DEMILLE?", I ASK.
"I AM, AND WHO ARE YOU?" HE REPLIES. I TELL HIM MY NAME AND SHOW HIM MY CREDENTIALS. "I'M FAMILIAR WITH YOU MR. MURPHY. YOU'VE BEEN ASKING QUESTIONS AND MAKING UNTRUE ACCUSATIONS ABOUT THE LAW AND ORDER PARTY. I AM THEIR CORPORATE ATTORNEY, AND LET ME ASSURE YOU THAT IF YOU CONTINUE TO INVADE AND HARASS MY CLIENT, WITH THE WILD AND UNFOUNDED ACCUSATIONS, YOU'LL FIND YOURSELF, YOUR AGENCY, AND YOUR CLIENT, THOUGH I DO NOT KNOW WHO WOULD HIRE SUCH A DIRTY, LOW LIFE, BLOOD SUCKING, PRIVATE DETECTIVE SUCH AS YOURSELF, IN COURT. AM I MAKING MYSELF CLEAR?"
I DIDN'T UNDERSTAND HALF OF WHAT HE SAID, BUT I REALIZE ANY QUESTIONS I ASK WILL ONLY GET ME INTO TROUBLE, SO I SWALLOW MY RAGE AND WALK OUT OF THE OFFICE.
