The fat man was scared stiff. It was night and the police were after him. So was his gang. For almost seven months he had been on the lam, sleeping in flophouses, always moving. He had no tie. His hat & coat were gone. When he came to a church he went inside. It was dark there, too. He was still scared, too scared. In the empty, still church he began to scream.
There the startled receptionist of Manhattan's Roman Catholic Church of the Guardian Angel found this abject fatness slobbering, went to fetch Father Rinschler. The shuddering fat man looked...
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