Case of the Crazy Corpse

"e;My guiltiest pleasure is Harry Stephen Keeler. He may been the greatest bad writer America has ever produced. Or perhaps the worst great writer. I do not know. There are few faults you can accuse him of that he is not guilty of. But I love him."e; -- Neil GaimanHo hum. Another day; another corpse dredged up from the depths of Lake Michigan. This time it s a body having the bottom half of a negro man and the top half of a Chinese woman joined together at the waist by some kind of greenish glue. But we don t linger long at this unpleasant scene because Angus MacWhorter and his Mammoth Motorized Show are in another pickle. If Angus can t pay back $3000 -- in $100 bills whose serial numbers must be evenly divisible by 13! -- he ll lose the circus to the dastardly Geispitz Gmohling. But the needed bills are on the other side of Old Twistibus, the windingest road in the world, and Giff O Dell, who has the bills, is obsessed with solving the Crazy Corpse murder. Now that is a pickle!