THE GIANT KNEW Richard Nixon．

Toweribg ,yellow—haired，grizzled，a listing mountain in

khaki twill，he limped closer,and Milo tightened up．I looked

to Frank Dollard for a cue．Dollard appeared untroubled，

meaty arms at his sides，mouth serene under the tobaccoeJ

gray mustache．His eyes were slits，but they d been that way at

the—main gate.

The—giant belched out a bass laugh and brushed greasy hair

away from his eyes．His beard was a corn—colored ruin．I could

smell him now,vinegarish，hormonaUy charged．He had to be

six-eight，three hundred．The shadow he threw on the dirt was

ash—colored，amoebic，broad enough to shade us．

．He took another lurching step，and this time Frank Dol—

Lard’s right arm shot out．

The huge man didn’t seem to notice．just stood there with

Dollard’s limb flung across his waist．Maybe a dozen other

men in khaki were out on the yard，most of them standing

still,a few others pacing，rocking，faces pressed against the

chain link.No groups that I could see；everyone to himself．

Above them，the sky was an untrammeled blue，clouds broiled

away by a vengeful sun．1 was cooking in my suit．