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"I smell trouble," said O'Leary to the warden.
"Trouble? Trouble? " Warden Schluckebier clutched his throat and his little round eyes looked terrified -- as perhaps they should have. Warden Godfrey Schluckebier was the almighty Caesar of ten thousand inmates in the Jug, but privately he was a fussy old man trying to hold onto the last decent job he would have in his life.