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Snide, issue 2, February 1941
Page 38
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'Police?' he repeated. 'What do they want?' 'Wouldn't it be logical to go and see?' murmured a new voice that sounded like a stream of cool, clear water. John looked hard at a pot of maidenhair fern hanging from the ceiling. 'Did you say that?' he demanded. 'That's right,' squeaked a tiny voice. The fern almost looked embarrassed. 'That was just one of my fronds,' it murmured. 'I never can keep them quiet.' John suppressed a wild desire to laugh. Then he bowed. A question came to his mind. 'Do your fronds act independently of you?' 'Oh, yes.' sighed the fern, 'their only connection with us is the relation. The joining roots between grow old and dead.' John became aware of Peggy tugging at his coat. 'John! The police. They're -' she broke off with a gasp as the door crashed open, letting in a crowd of blue-coats. A red-faced sergeant stepped forward. 'John McKay?' he rumbled. John shook his head and pointed to his ears. The sergeant scowled and turned to Peggy. 'Is that so?' he asked, 'is he deaf?' Peggy nodded wearily. In a calm voice, [?] fern plant was repeating for John's benefit [?] that was said. 'Am I under arrest?' asked John in [bewil-?] 38
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'Police?' he repeated. 'What do they want?' 'Wouldn't it be logical to go and see?' murmured a new voice that sounded like a stream of cool, clear water. John looked hard at a pot of maidenhair fern hanging from the ceiling. 'Did you say that?' he demanded. 'That's right,' squeaked a tiny voice. The fern almost looked embarrassed. 'That was just one of my fronds,' it murmured. 'I never can keep them quiet.' John suppressed a wild desire to laugh. Then he bowed. A question came to his mind. 'Do your fronds act independently of you?' 'Oh, yes.' sighed the fern, 'their only connection with us is the relation. The joining roots between grow old and dead.' John became aware of Peggy tugging at his coat. 'John! The police. They're -' she broke off with a gasp as the door crashed open, letting in a crowd of blue-coats. A red-faced sergeant stepped forward. 'John McKay?' he rumbled. John shook his head and pointed to his ears. The sergeant scowled and turned to Peggy. 'Is that so?' he asked, 'is he deaf?' Peggy nodded wearily. In a calm voice, [?] fern plant was repeating for John's benefit [?] that was said. 'Am I under arrest?' asked John in [bewil-?] 38
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