The Bewildered Bird Watcher

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If the trouble you're in is way off the beaten track and you need help that's strictly confidential, you've got a job for me. George Valentine, right full details. Dear sir, you employed the word confidential in your advertisements.

Well, I need confidential help. My enthusiasm for birds has led me into a predicament. I was watching starlings, but I saw something that was never meant to be seen, and it keeps haunting me if I really saw it.

Unless my eyes deceived me. Deced me, I was the witness, the only witness to an outrageous crime. There's nothing more I can say in a letter. contact me at once and it's signed Elliot Wormsley. That sounds like a name on a Dickens. Elliot Wormsley, MSPHD, Statistical Services, Baxter Building.

Birdwatcher, huh? What kind of canaries is this statistician interested in anyway? Oh, stop kidding, George. That's a pretty grim phrase. I was the only witness to an outrageous crime. And he's in a predicament. That's a twist.

What was it he could have seen? I don't know, Brooksy, but let's see what we can see. Let's drop in on Dr. Wormsley. These are the binoculars, Mr. Valentine. They're the ones I use to watch starlings on that penthouse roof down there.

But that's almost three blocks away, Dr. Worms. I know. The river house, huh? Pretty swanky. Golly, George. You can see halfway around the world with these binoculars. All right, Angel, stop playing. I'll back to you, Dr. Wormsley. So you look for starlings and saw a killer hawk.