Vincent hid his misshapen left thumb. Yet it could not have been noticed in that light, and he must have been crazy to believe there was any connection between it and the man’s remark. It was not truly a double thumb. He was not an extradigital, nor was he a genius.
“I refuse to become interested in you,” said Vincent. “I am on the verge of leaving. I dislike waking the bartender, but I did want another drink.”
“Sooner done than said.”
“What is?”
“Your glass is full.”
“It is? So it is. Is it a trick?”
“Trick is the name for anything either too frivolous or too mystifying for us to comprehend. But on one long early morning of a month ago, you also could have done the trick, and nearly as well.”
“Could I have? How would you know about my long early morning—assuming there to have been such?”
“I watched you for a while. Few others have the equipment to watch you with when you’re in the aspect.”
So they were silent for some time, and Vincent watched the clock and was ready to go.