When they found the one who had been the shadow, he was not hiding. It was the same day, in the evening, in the sunset, and he was throwing a party. His guests came to arrest him.
“Have a drink,” he said, offering his cup to the young policeman.
There was a brief inspection of the drink, a sniff, and the policemanās eyes watered.
“What is this?” he asked, tossing the drink aside.
“I suppose it would be called moonshine,” said the host. “Something I remembered from my home.” The policeman was still blinking. “It’s sometimes called firewater,” he added.
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