 Get Urban on the phone, will you? Tell him to come over here. Sure, sure. I'll get him right away. Every nerve in my head was doing the Highland fling to the tune of the anvil chords as I lay there and tried to figure out who it was that slipped me that lead pipe sleeping pill. I was working on a half dozen cases and I didn't know which one of them had enough dynamite in it to cause the mayhem. Herb Hyde called Urban...