I was first aware of a younger brother’s interest in detective work when he determinedly approached my desk and showed me his “detective checklist” with pride.
“Abby, do you know where a magnifying glass is?”
Yes, my little brother has finally been introduced to the mastermind of Sherlock Holmes!
An afternoon was spent yesterday, my mother reading to a recovering, wide-eyed eight-year-old, who hung on every word of the story like he was hanging by one hand on the side of a cliff.
The story finished, the Adventures of Tin-Tin movie was soon brought out. . . and the “cowboy phase” was lost to the aspiration to be a fellow detective.
I have many times tried to bring about the introduction of acquaintance between my brother and one of my top favorite literary figures, but the introduction was denied continually, until yesterday that is, when it was readily accepted with enthusiasm.
The recent thrift store find of WW2 letters were quickly found by this aspiring clue-hunter and then were dutifully examined with all carefulness, eyes sharp for any possible mark that would warm a detective’s senses with the thought of a clue.
His senses were sharp, noticing the printed numbers on one letter but the cursive ones on another.
But alas, lunch time had arrived, so the detective tools were reluctantly stowed in pockets, to be brought out again later.
“The world is full of obvious things which nobody
by any chance ever observes.”