Nursery
Rhyme:
Hickory,
dickory, dock,
The
mouse ran up the clock,
The
clock struck one,
The
mouse ran down,
Hickory,
dickory, dock!
The
Killer Clock
I
was enjoying a nice evening with a friend. A successful private eye
doesn't
get many days off, but I needed a breather after the Winkie case.
Alma
and I were relaxing over Scrabble after dinner when a horde of mice
raced
across the room.
"What
th'?!" I exclaimed. Alma put her hand on my arm as I reached for
my
gun.
"It's
nothing," she said, "just a game they play with the clock.
Every hour
on
the hour they race up the clock. In between bongs it tries to hit
them.
There's
no harm in it."
I
wasn't so sanguine, but just then the old grandfather clock began
striking,
and we heard the shrill twittering of the mice negotiating the
gauntlet.
As the mice ran back across the room, I counted ten of them. It
was
ten o'clock. Apparently that was part of the "game," if
game it truly
was.
We
were still there at 11 (though we had abandoned Scrabble for other
pursuits),
and the same thing happened. I saw out of the corner of my eye
eleven
mice galloping across the floor. The clock struck eleven times. The
mice
ran back, squeaking excitedly. Alma was blocking my view, but I am
sure
all eleven returned to their warren.
An
hour later we had adjourned to an adjoining room, but I paused to
listen
to
the scratching of tiny feet as the horde passed our open door. Then
came
the
clock: bong, bong, bong, bong, crunch, ["What was that,"
Alma asked,
peering
over her shoulder.] bong, bong, bong, bong, bong, bong, bong.
"It
sounded like the clock struck one," I replied, getting up.
"But
it's midnight ? oh." she said. "How horrible!"
When
I reached the hall I saw at a glance that my surmise had been
correct.
Blood
dripped from the pendulum and the crushed body of a mouse lay in the
corner.
The clock's smug grin vanished when I placed it under arrest and
cuffed
its pendulum to the newel post. On duty or off, I make sure that
crime
does not pay.
Reprinted from Nursery Rhyme Noir -- https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/42875
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