 in one of Mr. Crail's albums taken in St. Louis the day before the flight. But for 10 million, those clothes could be reproduced, stitch for stitch. Archie, dear. Take him out in the alley? It would be a pleasure. Oh, now, wait a second, Archie. With one arm tied behind you, I think you could probably beat me into a pulp. Is it all right if we don't prove it? We were talking about the diary, Archie. Okay, what about it? Archie, I don't even claim the handwriting is mine. What's handwriting when you're six years old? Still...