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logic riddle, but I wasn't sure I was up to playing it. A quick check at the motel office revealed that Bert had relieved Kelto at seven o'clock. Instead of going back to his room and getting some sack time like most sane citizens who work the graveyard shift, Kelto had taken off. It was a half-hearted effort, but I started working my way through the riddleboy gets off work, boy doesn't go to his room, boy hikes into village, boy tells the local gendarmes they should burn the body of the beast, boy implies that bad things will happen if they don't, boy disappears. Where has boy gone? |
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The riddle fell flat on its face. There was nothing logical about any of my conclusions. Boy goes for another hike in the woods? Dumb in this fog. Boys goes to . . . ? |
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As Cosmo used to say, when logic fails, follow that little voice that comes up at you from the gut. The voice from the gut was telling me that I ought to talk to the Austin woman, but that was nothing new. It had been telling me that for some time now, and maybe that was reason enough to do it. |
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Brenda was waiting for me when I got back to the unit. The transition was complete. We had converted from bumbling, half-awake tourists to bumbling, half-awake researchers. With no small amount of urging, I convinced her that we had to go back into the village and promised to stop |
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