Polk was helpful, especially once he came to the conclusion that he was not going to know anything about what was going on until Leo Haig was ready to tell him.“He’s a genius,” I explained. “He was telling me just a few hours ago that there’s a very thin line between genius and insanity. You can think of him as walking along that line, doing a high-wire act on it.”“But you say he’s about to come up with a killer.”“He’s going to come down on one,” I said. “With both feet. And he’s got enough weight to land hard.”“Not all that much weight,” Polk said. “He’d be right trim if you was to stretch him out to a suitable length.”I pushed the image of Leo Haig being lengthened on a medieval rack as far out of mind as possible, and settled down to the serious business of setting the stage and assembling the audience. It took two hours and twelve minutes, and I think that was pretty good.They arrived in stages, of course, but I won’t burden you with the order of their coming, or the way I fielded their questions and settled them down.
