| As the proverbial hare had underestimated the proverbial tortoise,
I had underestimated Yogi. For his size, and his flamboyance, he had
an uncanny knack for avoiding detection, and I soon began to grow weary of
pursuing his petered out trails. So I decided it was time to bring in the
big guns.
Enter Weeper Holihan. Nothing went on in and about Brasher Falls that Weeper didn't know about, especially if it involved a scandal. I remember I once called him asking if he'd seen Norville Bennett around lately. "Yes," he idly replied. He's over at the 'Jug' playing pitch. He's down forty-five fifty." So, contented with my new crackerjack private eye on the case, I kicked back in my easy chair with a beer, reveling in the thought that upon my stoop, a long anticipated case of Genesee beer would soon arrive! |