Harvey admitted that he’d fallen for all of them, but there was one that impressed him in particular. “What was that?” said Wendell with a smug grin. “The falling ladder? That was a clever little touch, wasn’t it?” “No, not the ladder,” said Harvey. “What then?” “The thing in the sky.” “Oh that…” “What was it? A kite?” “That wasn’t my doing,” Wendell replied. “What was it then?” “I don’t know,” Wendell said, his smile disappearing. “Better not to ask, eh?”
