"Mike, I found it."
"Sure, Sean," Mike put in gently. "You found it. That nice little pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. Only it blew up in your face."
"No, Mike, I found that chink."
Mike gasped once, then sat there very quietly staring at the red-headed Sean.
Finally, he said, "Give me the solution."
"It's the bone from the shoulder to neck, Mike. That's the vulnerable part." He launched into a description of his hopeless task of trying to destroy Klash. "Then at the end, Mike, I jumped up and socked him in the neck and in that hollow in the shoulder.
"He winced, Mike, and I'll swear that he flinched in pain. Then he knocked me out."
"But how do you know it isn't the neck?"
"I told you I had that rope around his neck."
"Maybe he had a stomach ache or something that brought that look to his face."