Joe got wearily to his feet. "Arden," he said, "Bairn told me how upset
you are about your wife. That's why I excused those slaps. But this--"
Joe's right arm drew back swiftly, drove his doubled fist to Arden's
jaw. Arden dropped as if the floor had fallen from under him.
"That tears it, Joe," Bairn said. "I'm sorry, Joe. But we have no
recourse but to lock you up. You're a walking plague, and socking Arden
was the last straw."