Wiping his eyes, the policeman asked, though he knew, “Where were you at noon?”
The host smiled up at him and answered, “In the house of the wizard.”
The policeman’s hand was at his revolver. “The wizard is dead.”
“I know,” said the host. “I killed him.”
The revolver came out.
“How?” demanded the law.
“With a knife.”
“No, how?”
“I snuck in and hid in his office.”
“How!”
“Like this,” said the exasperated host, miming a downward stabbing motion.
“How could you do this?” said the policeman. “Do you know what you’ve done?”
“Of course I knew,” he said.
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