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"Frank! How?" The county board of health inspector happened to be on premises when the ink hit, and that's what he, too, wanted to know. How? All the guards were culled for clues. Nothing. Marcus offered that this town was swarming with dye mills at one time. Maybe an underground drum of dye corroded. We get rocks in the filter, so there must be a leak... Maybe a drum ruptured near the leak? That sounded good. It fit the history of the place. But Grunt meandered in, wiping his thick face with his hand, "grnnnn, the toilet is black." "Toilet?" the inspector startled. All agreed that no single person could have carried so much ink on his or her person to do this. The only clue was a blackened toilet. Flushing the black water let in clear looking water that immediately turned every bit as black as it was before the flush. An underground dump of old mill dye was the obvious answer. The blackening toilet must be a sewage backup, but that meant both sources had leaks. It also meant that Charles Darling would be closed until the decks were torn up for pipe repairs. Tearing up the decks? That could expose - the pool! There was hell to pay, at city hall. Charles Darling being torn up in mid season was out of the question. State inspection? A rubber liner perhaps - none that big, cement the drains and use above ground equipment - none with specs big enough, and besides the county yielded to the state inspector who was appointed by the other political party. He couldn't wait to open this present. Who needs sex when you have black ink in the other party's hole?