Transcription: THE PHILOSOPHICAL STRANGGLER by Eric Flint. Prolog. Entropy and the Strangler. To the contrary, demurred Graybore, toying with his mug. The secret lies entirely in the finger-work. But the Bravo wouldn't have it. "'Tis rather in the main force," he bellowed, and fell upon the Strangler. The table splintered, the mugs went flying in a cloud of ale-froth. Needless to say, I scrambled aside. Like being a chipmunk caught between two bull moose, don't you know? Besides, there's no profit in this sort of thing. Safe at a distance, I stuck my head between two cheering onlookers and saw that my client ...
