Van Fleet should be at the funeral parlor by now.

Van Fleet led them into a large, open space.

"I'm doing most of the work on the place myself," Van Fleet said.

"i've got about forty thousand dollars in a money market account," Van Fleet said.

Van Fleet turned him over on his back again.

Van Fleet took his time at whatever he was doing.

Van Fleet walked around Stone so that he could look at him.

Van Fleet stood up, reached down, and picked up his case.

"How much of my conversation with Van Fleet did you hear?"

Van Fleet's preoccupation with the circus dates back to a summer when he was 9, in the early 1900's.