'Yes,' I said, carefully. 'You could be right.'
'Then you've got to help me!' he said. 'I know I shouldn't have done what I did, but when I saw my flamingo sticking out of his back, I panicked; and I thought I heard the guy that did it coming back and – '
'Slow down, Tony,' I said. This wasn't turning out the way I had planned it. Not at all. 'Start from the beginning.'
'Start from why you went to Meg's booth in the first place,' Michael said.
'Okay,' Tony said. 'Okay, I guess you figured out I was trying to make a flamingo like yours.'
'Not very much like mine,' I couldn't help saying.
'Well, what do you expect? – I only got glimpses of it at the last fair, when you were showing it to the old lady,' he said. 'I knew I had the shape down pretty good – '
I bit my tongue and nodded.
'But I was having trouble with the finish. It just didn't look right. I thought maybe I could figure out what was wrong with the finish on mine by looking at yours, or if not, maybe you'd have some notes on how you did the finish. So anyway, after I got your cousin in the stocks, I realized that there was nobody else around, and it was a good time to sneak over to your booth. I pretended to pass out, and then I got up, went over to my booth for my flamingo, and then to your booth.'
'So much for parallel development.'
He shrugged.
'Anyway, I got into the case with your flamingos, and I took some Polaroids, but I couldn't tell much about the finish from just looking. And I figured anything valuable would be locked up, so I'd brought along my tool kit, and it didn't take me five minutes to open that padlock. You really should get a better lock; I could sell you a – '
'Later, Tony. Get back to your burglary.'
'I didn't steal anything.'
'What did you do with my cash box?'
'I didn't do anything. Just took it out of the case when I was searching. Anyway, I didn't find any papers, so I was starting up your laptop. When I heard someone coming, I dived under one of the tables.'
'Just like that?' I said. 'You didn't try to hide what you'd been doing?'
'I put the laptop in the case and shut the lid,' he said. 'I figured anyone who came in would think the flamingo was yours.'
'Then what happened?'
'Someone came in.'
'Who?'
'I'm not sure,' he said. 'There was a cloth covering the table that went right down to the floor. I found a crack, but all I could see was his shoes.'
'Okay, then what?'
'Then another guy came in, and one of them said 'What the hell are you doing here?' and they argued for a while.'
'About what?'
'I couldn't tell. After those first words, I think they tried to keep their voices down, and the tablecloth muffled the sound. I could tell they were angry; that's about all.'
'And that they were both men,' Michael put in.
'Yeah, definitely both men.'
'Go on,' I said.
'Okay, so they were arguing, and I heard one of them say something about 'that damned dog.' I could see both sets of feet heading for the back of the booth, and I heard a lot of clanking and grunting, and one of them came back, and I saw the tablecloth on the other table move, so I figured maybe there wasn't enough room for both of them behind the curtain, and the one guy had lost out and decided to hide under the table.'
'It's like a French farce,' Michael muttered.
'Only they rarely kill people in French farces,' I added.
'Anyway, then that little dog came in and started barking, like he couldn't figure out which one of the three of us to attack. You know, the little hairball that's always trying to bite people.'
'Spike,' I said. 'I should have known. Where Spike goes, trouble follows.'
'Yeah, well this time that harridan who runs the fair followed.'
'Mom?' Michael exclaimed.
'Uh… yeah,' Tony said. 'I could tell it was her. When she reached down to put a leash on the mutt, I caught a glimpse of her face and that big, white, fright wig. And she dragged him out, still barking. You could hear them all the way out of the fair grounds.'
'And you just sat there under the table all this time?'
'I figured if I sat tight, maybe they wouldn't catch me,' Tony said. 'And a damned good thing, too, considering that one of them turned out to be a murderer.'
'So what happened next?'
'The guy under the table came out and looked behind the curtain, and he blew out of there, real fast. I waited a bit, to see if the guy behind the curtain was coming out, and I decided maybe he'd gone out the back of the booth. So I came out, and peeked behind the curtain, and there was this guy, dead, with my flamingo in his back. It was freaky, really, seeing him lying there – I couldn't tell who he was, just that he was wearing a blue coat exactly like the one I was wearing.'
'And that's when you panicked.'
'Yeah. I figured they'd blame me, you know? I mean, it was my flamingo. So I pulled the flamingo out and wiped the blood off its beak with my handkerchief, and put it in the case with yours. And I saw the knife and I stuck it in his back so they wouldn't wonder how he'd died.'
'Great thinking, Tony. Only my knife and your flamingo's beak were just a little bit different in size. They figured out almost immediately that the knife wasn't the weapon.'
'Okay, so I wasn't thinking too clearly,' he said. 'I really was pretty drunk. And do you have any idea what it's like, finding a dead body like that?'
'You seem to forget that Meg found the same dead body a little later on,' Michael pointed out.
'Well, she wasn't a witness to his murder,' Tony said.
'Some witness you are,' Michael said.
'Yeah, Tony,' I said. 'Once you tell the police all of this, everyone in town will know you were an earwitness to the murder. The killer will probably go after you, just in case you could identify him to the police, which is a real laugh, because so far you haven't remembered a thing that could possibly help identify him.'
'I know it's a guy.'
'Wow. You just eliminated fifty percent of the human race,' I said. 'Only – how many billion people left?'
'Give me a break,' he said. 'I was pretty drunk. And all I saw was his shoes.'
'Okay, concentrate, then. Tell us about his shoes.'
Tony concentrated.
'They were dark,' he said.
'Black or brown?' I asked.
'Yeah,' he said. 'Or maybe dark blue.'
'What kind of shoes?'
'I don't know. They had buckles on them; I couldn't see what was under the buckles.'
'Let me guess: one buckle on each foot.'
'Ha, ha,' Tony said. 'Look, I told you I didn't see anything.'
'No kidding.'
'One of the buckles was kind of odd.'
'Odd how?'
'It had a kind of a dent in it,' he said.
'Would you recognize that buckle again?' I asked.
'I don't know,' Tony said. 'Maybe.'
