Jingle in the Jungle

by Aldo Giunta

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jingle in the jungle

BY ALDO GIUNTA

When even the Fight Commission is in
on the plot, and everyone knows that the
"fix" is on, when no one will help him,
what can a man do—except help himself?

[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
Worlds of If Science Fiction, June 1957.
Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]

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Charlie Jingle walked into the long room with the long table and long Commissioners' faces in it. He went to a chair at the head of the table, and sat down, a small man in loose, seedy clothing looking rather lost in a high-backed chair with a regal crest carved in the wood.

"You," asked one of the Commissioners, "are Charles Jingle?"

Charlie nodded his head, a small nod from a small man sitting in a big man's chair.

"You are aware of course ..." began the Commissioner, but Charlie Jingle waved his fingers and cut him off.