“With that stuffed shirt?”
“What’s the matter with Lewis?”
“Nothing, I guess.” I didn’t feel up to a family row right then.
“What’s that you’ve got?” she asked.
“I don’t know. Just something I found.”
“Well, don’t you start bringing home all sorts of junk, the way Bill does. One of you is enough to clutter up the house.”
I sat there, looking at the triangle, and the only thing I could figure out was that it might be a pair of glasses. The suction cup in the centre might hold it on the wearer’s face and, while that might seem a funny way to wear a pair of glasses, it made sense when you thought about it. But if that were true, it meant that the wearer had three eyes, set in a triangle in his face.
I sat around for quite a while after Helen left, doing a lot of thinking. And what I was thinking was that even if I didn’t care too much about Lewis, he was the only man I knew who might be able to help me out.
So I put the bogus fountain-pen and the three-eyed glasses in the drawer and put the counterfeit Bildo-Block in my pocket and went across the street.
Lewis had a bunch of blueprints spread out on the kitchen table, and he started to explain them to me. I did the best I could to act as if I understood them. Actually, I didn’t know head nor tail of it.