This is about the best-hated author on Earth. Who was necessarily pampered and petted because of his crime against humanity.......

E xactly three minutes after the Galactic left the New York apartment of Professor John Hamish McLeod, Ph.D., Sc.D., a squad of U.B.I. men pushed their way into it. McLeod heard the door chime, opened the door, and had to back up as eight men crowded in. The one in the lead flashed a fancily engraved ID card and said: "Union Bureau of Investigation. You're Professor Mac-Lee-Odd." It was a statement, not a question. "No," McLeod said flatly, "I am not. I never heard of such a name." He waited whi