The diamond bikini - By Charles Williams Page 0,34
his lap while he started taking stuff out of it like he was looking for something. I watched him through the leaves, trying to figure out what he was doing. He slid out a thick bundle of money that would have choked a horse, and just dropped it across his legs as careless as if it’d been a bunch of old socks, while he went on poking around in the wallet.
Pop and Uncle Sagamore looked at all the bills.
“What is it you’re looking for?” Pop asked.
“Oh,” Dr Severance says. “Why, my copy of the game laws.” He held the empty wallet up spreading it open so he could look inside. “I could have sworn I had it with me, but I must have left it in my other suit.”
“The game laws?” Uncle Sagamore asked.
“That’s right,” Dr Severance says, putting the stuff back in the wallet, the money last. He had to shuffle it around a little to get it all packed in. “However, it don’t matter that I haven’t got it with me. I remember the laws perfectly, because I just looked them up yesterday. And, gentlemen, do you know what?”
“What’s that?” Uncle Sagamore asked.
“Mind you,” Dr Severance says, “I wouldn’t say this if I didn’t know I was right. But the rabbit season closed two weeks ago.”
“No!” Uncle Sagamore says, his mouth falling open. “Is that a fact?” He thought for a minute, and then he clapped his hands together, and says, “Yes, by hell, I believe you’re right. I recollect now, I looked it up just the other day myself.”
“Why,” Pop says, looking at the two rabbit hunters, “they ought to of been ashamed of theirselves, a-huntin’ rabbits out of season that way. They’re no better than common criminals.”
“It’s people like that,” Uncle Sagamore says, “that destroy the natural resources of a country. It’s just disheartenin’, that’s what it is. Out here, sneakin’ around and breakin’ the laws behind people’s backs.”
Dr Severance nodded. “That’s right. And as for me, I wouldn’t have the guts to go bothering a poor overworked sheriff with ‘em. He’s got enough on his mind now, protecting the citizens, and looking for live criminals.”
“Why, sure,” Uncle Sagamore says. “That’s what makes taxes so damn high now, everybody unloadin’ his troubles on the Gov’ment and runnin’ to the shurf with every two-bit thing that comes up. People just ain’t got no consideration.”
“Now, that’s it exactly,” Dr Severance says. “You’ve put your finger right on it. What if we are taxpayers? Why should we start throwing our weight around, and raise a big stink and demand that the sheriff drop everything he’s doing just to come running out here because a couple of criminals has had an accident while they was deliberately trying to kill a poor rabbit out of season? Especially after I caught ‘em right in the act. It makes me real happy to know I’ve met up with a couple of public-spirited men that see it the same way I do.”
Uncle Sagamore spat again and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Well sir,” he says, “it’s real nice of you to say that. Now, just what did you have in mind?”
“Why,” Dr Severance says, “I was thinking since there’s plenty of vacant land back in here in the trees, why don’t we just give ‘em a private burial and forget the whole shameful thing?”
Uncle Sagamore nodded. “Why, that’s a fine idea. Don’t know why I didn’t think of it myself.” Then he stopped and thought about it again, and looked kind of doubtful. “Of course,” he went on, “a thing like that might run into quite a little work, what with the diggin’ an all, and I just don’t rightly see how me and Sam could spare the time away from the crop, workin’ practically night and day like we are.”
“Oh, I’d be glad to bear the expense of it,” Dr Severance says. “I feel kind of responsible, since I was the one discovered ‘em. What do you say to maybe a hundred dollars?”
“Fine,” Uncle Sagamore says. “Fine.”
But then he stopped, like he’d just thought of something and his face looked sad. He shook his head. “Well sir,” he went on, “it’s a shame. A downright shame. I thought there for a minute we had the answer, but we just can’t do it.”
“Can’t? Why not?” Dr Severance asked.
“Well, it’s kind of a personal matter,” Uncle Sagamore says, like he didn’t want to talk about it. “But you see, this here