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Evidence
Byerley’sfacelitwithaffection.Hecrossedovertoit.
Thecripple’svoicewasahoarse,gratingwhisperthatcameoutofamouthforevertwistedtooneside,leeringoutofafacethatwashalfscartissue,"You’relate,Steve."
"Iknow,John,Iknow.ButI’vebeenupagainstapeculiarandinterestingtroubletoday."
"So?"Neitherthetornfacenorthedestroyedvoicecouldcarryexpressionbuttherewasanxietyinthecleareyes."Nothingyoucan’thandle?"
"I’mnotexactlycertain.Imayneedyourhelp.You’rethebrilliantoneinthefamily.Doyouwantmetotakeyououtintothegarden?It’sabeautifulevening."
TwostrongarmsliftedJohnfromthewheelchair.Gently,almostcaressingly,Byerley’sarmswentaroundtheshouldersandundertheswathedlegsofthecripple.Carefully,andslowly,hewalkedthroughtherooms,downthegentlerampthathadbeenbuiltwithawheelchairinmind,andoutthebackdoorintothewalledandwiredgardenbehindthehouse.
"Whydon’tyouletmeusethewheelchair,Steve?ThisisSilly."
"BecauseI’drathercarryyou.Doyouobject?Youknowthatyou’reasgladtogetoutofthatmotorizedbuggyforawhileasIamtoseeyouout.Howdoyoufeeltoday?"HedepositedJohnwithinfinitecareuponthecoolgrass.
"HowshouldIfeel?Buttellmeaboutyourtroubles."
"Quinn’scampaignwillbebasedonthefactthatheclaimsI’marobot."
John’seyesopenedwide,"Howdoyouknow?It’simpossible.Iwon’tbelieveit."
"Oh,come,Itellyouit’sso.
