Big Bill Thompson, elected mayor of Chicago year after year on a salary of a few thousand dollars a year and called the honest one, who at his death was found to have something like half a million dollars in cash in his safe deposit vaults - and at 1864 another million in hidden boxes ferreted out afterwards. Neville is as interested in how he was elected as in what he took: he played on prejudice and superstition, promising that if the king of England came near he would spit in his face, and an electorate of Irish Catholics and Germans who hated everything English cheered him for it while he took their profits. He puts it in a wider frame at once - that is the entire picture all over the world - and adds the photograph beside it: every Monday morning for eight years a picture of Mr and Mrs Eisenhower coming out of church, and now every Monday morning Mr and Mrs Kennedy, so the whole world thinks how holy and sweet they are. It is told as a child of the pure in heart (M780): at 1864 it arrives under the heading of unclean hands from Psalm 24, and it ends there not in condemnation but in the turn Neville almost always makes - forgive him, because you and I have done it, we have played all these parts, and God in his mercy hides the memory of them from us.