"All right." Harshaw leaned over, grunting slightly, and opened a lower drawer of his desk. "Look in here, Mike.  See the gun?  I'm going to pick it up.  But don't do anything until I tell you to.  Girls - get up and move away to the left; I don't want it pointed at you.  Okay.  Mike, not yet." Harshaw reached for the gun, a very elderly police special, took it out of the drawer. "Get ready, Mike.  Now!"-and Harshaw did his very best to get the weapon aimed at the Man from Mars.