"That's right. Let's include me too. That makes seven. Who else appears every week ... name or face? Oh. Charlie Hansel, the dance director. That's all. A total of eight. One out of the eight is getting threatening letters and we've got to do something about it before everything blows up in our face next Sunday."
"Throw 'em off the show, goddam 'em!"
"All eight of us?"
"No. The one that's getting wrote to."
"Which?"
"Find out which."
"How?"
"I don't know how. You're The Thinker. You think it up how."
"I can't. Not off-hand. It wouldn't do any good to ask. Who'd tell the truth with something dirty as this in their past?"
"God damn!" Grabinett blinked furiously. "Why hasn't anything happened before? Why wait 'till now?"