Part 24 (2/2)

I did so. That put me in position to see the doorway. Several kittens were watching from the hall. Singe slid past them. ”Mr. Mulclar has finished.” She made an entry in the ledger, took money to pay Mulclar. Finally.

The miasma had reached the Dead Man's room.

I asked, ”Are Saucerhead or Winger likely to be around soon?”

I do not expect them.

”I was hoping one of them could go shopping with Dean. We need groceries. And he's a little old to be out there alone in times like these.”

I see. Are you certain this is the egg that was thrown at you?

I looked closer. ”The light ain't so good, but... it looks a little different.”

This is a stone. And nothing but a stone. Either Bittegurn Brittigam spun you a tall tale or you no longer have the original.

”I'll take it out into a better light.”

I went to the front door, intending to go out into the daylight. I peeked past Singe, saw Mr. Mulclar just getting his cart moving. And... a couple of pedestrian women stared at Mr. Mulclar in awe. Then began gasping and waving their hands in a vain hands in a vain attempt to make it go away. ”Hey, Chuckles. That Penny Dreadful is right across the street.” attempt to make it go away. ”Hey, Chuckles. That Penny Dreadful is right across the street.”

Where?

”In front of Elmer Stick's apartment building.”

I sense nothing. Be as precise as possible.

”On the steps. Second step up, left side, leaning against the railing.” I eased on outside, to get a better view.

Ah!

Penny Dreadful leaped like somebody had just branded her bottom. She ran, b.u.mping off pedestrians who flung curses after her. She had trouble controlling her limbs, but she never fell down.

The farther she ran, the more control she gained.

I studied my rock in the better light.

It wasn't the same stone. There were tiny red veins in its surface. It wasn't as smooth. And it didn't produce that warm, relaxed feel when I fiddled with it.

I stepped back inside. ”She too slippery for you?”

Exactly. She presents an incredibly small target. And an elusive one. One that senses my interest the instant it touches her.

”This isn't the same rock.”

I did not think so. It is time we examined your memories concerning that rock.

”Why?”

It must be important. Certainly, important enough to be switched ”Teacher White-”

Do not get ahead of yourself. Things do happen without the connivance or awareness of Mr. White. Sit down. Relax. Consider how useful it would be to have that parrot available for situations like the one with the Dreadful urchin.

”I do wish you wouldn't keep harping on that.”

A good partner nags. To The Palms. To your first encounter with the stone.

I felt his mental tentacles slide into my brain, down deep into my memories of those brief moments.

I'm used to this-though I don't like it-so I focus on something else while he relives my life, rooting out details I failed to note consciously. I concentrated on breathing.

Done.

”And?”

You made some incorrect a.s.sumptions.

”That would be a first. Bring them on.”

It starts when you walked out the door of The Palms. You did not, in fact, see the Green Pants Gang member sling the stone at you. The stone whizzed past you; you ducked; then you spotted the Green Pants thug. You put three and three together and came up with five. Green Pants did not do the dirty deed. His presence may have been happenstance.

”He ran away.”

Did he?

”That's the way I remember it.”

He did not. You do recall that he was amazed when you and Mr. Dotes set upon him.

”Yeah.” Green Pants had had acted like he was completely boggled. ”I get a feeling we'll never find out the whole truth there because that guy got himself dead. acted like he was completely boggled. ”I get a feeling we'll never find out the whole truth there because that guy got himself dead.

”If he didn't do it, who did? And why?”

Excellent questions, both. You did not see anything, even at the unconscious level, at the time, that sheds any light. And, with wicked glee, he nailed me. So you may have been right in the first place, but for all the wrong reasons So you may have been right in the first place, but for all the wrong reasons.

”What the h.e.l.l are you blathering about?”

The Green Pants goon may have slung the stone at you after all.

”Is this where I jump up and run in circles, shrieking and yanking out my hair?”

The point is, you may have come to the truth back then, but if you did, you did not do so based on the evidence. You harkened to your own prejudice and the fact that you saw no one else in the street.

”I'm thinking about setting fire to this place and walking away. So I don't have to suffer these convolutions again.”

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