'A Round Robin of People Who Know You.'
Humphrey pursed his lips over it.
'It's the Mamie Wilcox trouble, of course,' he said finally.
Henry nodded. His mouth drooped at the corners. There was a shine in his eyes.
Humphrey folded the paper; handed it back.
'Do you know who did it?'
Henry shook his head. 'They printed it out. Oh, I can make guesses, of course. It's about Cicely Hamlin and me.'
'You can't do anything.'
'I know.'
'And maybe you're going to be so successful that it won't matter. Laugh at 'em.'