The lies of a clown.

As Tracy shivers in the drafty circus tent, he continues to talk about the newest note, all the while wondering when that blanket they promised him is going to get there. He explains that this note wasn't made from your ordinary run of the mill newspapers, but from the very playbill of the circus itself, suggesting that this is indeed an inside job (or at least a job done by someone who has the same available font or works wherever the playbills are printed). But before Tracy can come to any conclusions, the focus shifts to Washington (D.C., that is), where the FBI was apparently working an angle concerning the circus. Now, usually, I'd be pretty interested in this sort of thing, but after the last government debacle in which the CIA man did little more than talk on the phone and then not much of anything else besides talk about some Internet felon, I'm not holding my breath that anything is actually going to happen. (Who knows, these random government shots might just be filler that appear every now and then when a case of writer's block appears.) Still, I am intrigued and a little confused because I'm not sure if the two panels are set in the same part of Washington or if one is at the FBI and the other is at the headquarters of whatever fiend is behind all of this since the men in question might or might not have changed clothes in between frames. Oh well, enough pondering because suddenly the strip snaps back to the circus, where Mr. Pops continues to further incriminate himself. I can't wait to see where this one goes (if it goes anywhere at all).