Charlie Jingle walked into the long room with the long table and long Commissioners' faces in it. He went to a chair at the head of the table, and sat down, a small man in loose, seedy clothing looking rather lost in a high-backed chair with a regal crest carved in the wood. "You," asked one of the Commissioners, "are Charles Jingle?" Charlie nodded his head, a small nod from a small man sitting in a big man's chair. "You are aware of course ..." began the Commissioner, but Charlie Jingle waved