Now You See It... Part 69

His offer was me highest among a scarce few bidders.

So I had to sell it to him.

Before I left, however, I called in a local handyman and had me entire place rewired so mat every time Harry turned on a lamp or pushed up a light switch or tried to use an electric appliance, breaker switches were thrown. My one regret was that the housedidn't still use screw-in fuses.

Better still (I had to pay the handyman a tidy sum to keep his mouth shut on mis), I had every screw in every door and cabinet hinge in the house removed, the screw holes in- jected with hydrochloric add, then the screws tightened back in place-

1 will carry to my grave me heartwarming vision of that amoral sleazeball having every door and cabinet face fall off, one by one, in his hands as the add did its work!

Me?

I live in St John. Always loved the place since my wife and I had stayed mere on numerous vacations.

A jolly Irish woman named Endira Muldoon (thrice wid- owed, with nine children and seventeen grandchildren

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scattered about the globe) comes every day to my cottage to cook and provide for me.

Each day she drives me to the beach-unless there is a hurricane, of course, in which case I remain at home.

I've collected a group of young children who gamer around me on the sand while I perform minor hand manipulations for mem. Colored b.a.l.l.s and handkerchiefs, disappearances and replications, mostly.

They seem to enjoy it.