Chapter 17 THE HONOR NEARS ITS QUARRY

And every man, and woman, too, was forged at Birmingham,

And mounted all in batteries, each on a separate cam;

And when one showed, in love or war or politics or fever,

A sign of maladjustment, why you just pulled on his lever,

And upside down and inside out and front side back he stood;

And the Inspector saw which one was evil, whic