"I'll have Dolores, my Personal Secretary, advise HR to send you your checks," said the now Fatherless President to the three undercover journalists, "with a bonus for your sensitive co-operation and support on this sad occasion," and, with that, he turned on his heel and entered the lift which his ancestor, Sir Parlane MacFarlane, held open for him; immediately, Rose and Sadie rounded on Hyman: "you became a part of the story, Hymie, where's your objectivity now, already?" demanded Sadie, and, "what separates homicide from euthanasia? but even if that's what it was, it still ain't legal in New York," said Rose, "you could be indicted for murder, Hymie, or Assassination!" but he turned to her, winked, and headed for the other lift, the one they had come in by, which was already opening, with Morrie inside, beckoning them to hurry: "they'll pretty soon find out they've got no records for you three, first they'll check the CCTV which unfortunately developed a fault last night and we're still waiting for the cable guy to come and fix it, but either way, it's no way; so they'll want to see me, but there's no record of me ever having worked here and no staff rota's for the shift I've been on today, cause of course no medical staff were commissioned for today, an oversight, surely; oh, and the ones you relieved, they are a complete mystery, no records of them either arriving or leaving; so that leaves Dewey and Scotty – well if they admit to being in there and there's no record of anyone else and no forensics – our Moonlighters are just cleaning the entire suite now, so no prints, no DNA, no nothin, apart from those two, who's gonna believe them, and anyway, Duck was certified dead and buried, a long time ago, oh no! he was cremated, so no DNA, no point in digging up his ashes, just let it all blow over; they'll call the Waste Disposal Service in the morning and just clear out the entire medical suite, animal, vegetable, mineral, take it to a secure dump out in the Boondocks, so Sayonara, Duck POUTS!" and at that same moment, Sir Parlane MacFarlane was introducing Dewey to the Round table at the Algonquin, to Miranda Holmquist (we call her The Fashionista, she tries to keep us up-to-date), Howard Allason (The Drawing Board - "he's our Planner," Sir P explained), Fred Dinnage (The Farceur, he is such a barrel of laughs) and JFK (well, Cocksure, obviously) and he suggested that Dewey's nickname might be, "Boy Wonder, and not just because he's younger than us in age, but has that childlike Wonder at everything he sees," at which the young man expanded with pride at being included in this celebrated company; "we welcome you, Mister President," said Sir Parlane to him, "as a Member of The Ring of Gold, the very Aristocracy of Hedonism – it is our Mission to enable our Members to experience the utmost Bliss possible, by way of Tantric Sexuberance! and your delightful Personal Secretary, Miss Dolores Bambona, will be welcomed as a Sub-Member, under you," at which Dewey felt his enthusiasm grow stronger and harder and he blushed and just hoped that no-one had noticed, for the table was of tempered glass and he, himself, had a wonderful view of Miranda's legs, which he reckoned were pretty wonderful too and decided that in Dolores' absence, he'd really, really like to get to know them much, much better and much, much closer and much, much more intimately!