He looked at me with his eyes squizzled up and a frown on his forehead.
“I’m getting along in years and I’m probably losing my mind to some
extent,” he said, “but I’ll be cussed if I believe I’ve got
entire softening of the brain. It must be that I’m deaf and can’t
understand--because I don’t get the least idea of why you did it to him.
Tell it over.”