A flushed man approached a policeman walking the beat and said, “Hello, officer.” The policeman straightened his posture. The other man stood perfectly motionless, apart from his labored breathing, with an uneasy look and wandering eyes, who did not wait for the policeman to speak before he said, “Over there, officer, in that alley, is a criminal… and well, you see… I’m afraid he’s up to no good.”

“Oh?” replied the officer of the law, and of the town--an honorable soldier of the streets, performing duties to God, country, man, the ineffable... “And what to do?”

“I think it’s only right if you send five motorcycles and sidecars with machine guns to subdue him.”

“I’ll be the judge of that, tut-tut.” The policeman took out a bullhorn and put it to his mouth. “Is he armed?”

“Possibly,” the man said, covering his ears, “anything’s possible from such a volatile brat.”

“Ah-ha. Has he been chasing caterpillars, little birdies, old women in wheelchairs…?”

“I don’t know,” the man said, pointing, shaking. “I just know that he’s in the alley, and…”

The policeman hushed the man and crept toward the alley, craned his neck around the corner, and turned pale. He said, “Why is he in his underwear?”

“I won't guess, officer,” the sweaty man said, “it’s the only image I know him by.”

“And what about his entourage? Surely someone like that travels with at least a caretaker or guide.”

“I can’t guess. What I know is what you know.”

“It could be a trap… And anyway, what’s got you so flustered?” the officer finally asked.

“It’s this heat, sir, coupled with the sight we’ve now both seen.”

“Then tell me this,” the officer circled the man suspiciously, “did he say anything to you, a suggestion of something secret, egregious, foul, or, perhaps most importantly, illegal — anything like that?”

“Just a few repulsive coos and gurgles,” the man said. He paused, scratched his head, looked at the alley and back at the policeman, “Do you honestly think a thing like that’s bothered to learn a gentleman’s language?”

“Doubtful, but nothing’s certain in this world, tut-tut,” the policeman said. He holstered his bullhorn and began radioing headquarters from his shouldered walkie. Nothing came from the device except a few ominous clicks and hums. After several attempts, pressing buttons and turning dials, the policeman unsheathed a large net. "Radio silence," he said, "I'm afraid it's just us out here.”

In no time at all, the policeman netted the little devil. And the man, who bit his knuckles white, heaved a sigh of relief and wiped the last sweat off his brow. But, still, the people are anxious, panicked. Unrest begins...