f a single little school。 Who was now
faced with ruin over this handsome； innocent…seeming rich boy who had cheated on
his Final position and had then cunningly covered his tracks。 Jack had seen
Denker the teacher as not much different from the strutting South American
little Caesars in their banana kingdoms； standing dissidents up against the wall
of the handiest squash or handball court； a super…zealot in a paratively
small puddle； a man whose every whim bees a crusade。 In the beginning he had
wanted to use his play as a microcosm to say something about the abuse of power。
Now he tended more and more to see Denker as a Mr。 Chips figure； and the tragedy
was not the intellectual racking of Gary Benson but rather the destruction of a
kindly old teacher and headmaster unable to see through the cynical wiles of
this monster masquerading as a boy。
He hadn't been able to finish the play。
Now he sat looking down at it； scowling； wondering if there was any way he
could salvage the situation。 He didn't really think there was。 He bad begun with
one play and it had somehow turned into another； presto…chango。 Well； what the
hell。 Either way it had been done before。 Either way it was a load of shit。 And
why was he driving himself crazy about it tonight anyway？ After the day just
gone by it was no wonder he couldn't think straight。
〃 — get him down？〃
He looked up； trying to blink the cobwebs away。 〃Huh？〃
〃I said； how are we going to get him down？ We've got to get him out of here；
Jack。〃
For a moment his wits were so scattered that he wasn't even sure what she was
talking about。 Then he realized and uttered a short； ba