The Glass-Sided Ants' Nest
“X bashes Y on the nut in the middle of the night, and by midday everyone is beating his breast about something that happened twenty-something years gone by. I won’t have anything to do with it! Cripes, near as a toucher said that aloud. Anyway, why didn’t they all nip off into the jungle and hide? Must ask Eve when she comes to. Meanwhile get on with sordid chore of detection.
“Melchizedek, perhaps we could go and look through the men’s hut now?”
“As you wish, policeman.”
Elijah, evidently, had to come, too. They climbed with the methodical slowness of the old, but with no visible strain. Presumably Aaron had been a bit older still. Pibble could not see that they reacted in any way to the corner where he had been ambushed, or even to the chalk outline that showed the butt and very seamark of the old man’s agonized upward crawl. Why up? Wouldn’t he have gone down to Eve for help? Skip it. Odds were he didn’t know what he was doing in the blind dark, stunned and bloody and dying.
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