"Don't giggle, Mr. Jones, or we'll hold you in contempt."
We wound out of the maze in single file. A pattering behind us
announced Lood bringing up the rear.
Once we were out, and about two hundred yards ahead of the advancing
walls, patios and houses, the three Commissioners turned on me.
"Mr. Jones," they said with restraint. "You will now stop this reckless
building project."