The Caveman
Copyright© 2016 by Colin Barrett
Chapter 22
“Can I have him back now?” I ask Danny. It’s Saturday night, tomorrow he has to leave.
“You’ve had him every night, sis,” he reminds me. “Had him, too, I guess, I know you’ve been trying to be quiet but—”
“Danny!” I say. My face is hot, this is embarrassing.
He laughs. Really laughs, long and loud. And I know he’s made up his mind and it’s OK.
“So what’s the verdict?” I ask anyway.
He shakes his head and raises his hands palms up. “I give up. I’ve done everything but turn him inside out, and I haven’t made a dent. Nobody can put on an act that well, not every damn detail. And the spear, and then that sling ... You know, I looked up on the ‘Net about slings and they say it’s strictly a one-shot weapon, but we saw him do it. I keep telling myself how impossible the whole thing is. But anything else is even more impossible. So...”
“‘When you eliminate the impossible whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth, ‘“ I quote.*
“You read Sherlock Holmes?” Danny says in surprise.
“Some. I’ve read that one, and the line stuck with me.”
“Well, it sure applies here. If he’s selling snake oil it’s from no snake I ever heard of.”
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