The Case Of The Cases: Chapter XVIII

Hugh Hamilton

"I haven't the faintest idea, my dear," replied the smaller one, called Hugh.
"Can we make something clear here?" said Ben as his jaw did chew.
"Spit that out and we'll go about solving this horrid case."
"Quit that shout you stupid lout and let me save my face."
"Shut up."
"OK."
They stared at the wall for a moment.
"Just out of curiosity, what was your hallucination about?" asked Ben.
"It was about this orange cat that was clawing at the walls and speaking in tongues."
"Oh," said Ben knowingly, "one of those."
"Yeah. Wait, so what were we doing again?" asked Hugh.
"I suggest we find the toilet that contains that briefcase so we can return it to the owner and get our reward."
"OK, you look in the toilets and I'll watch those stupid rhyming couples rhyme at each other."
"Right," said Ben. "No."
"Hey you get the easy part — I'd give my right arm to search the toilets."
"Okay, you can do it."
"No, I'm not short changing you. I'm the kind and considerate one."
"I'm not doing it."
"You'd better hurry. You have to get it before that stupid lady takes it back to her husband, otherwise we'll get nothing." And with that, Hugh attempted to leap out the windowless room through the windowless window and uncharacteristically knocked himself out. Ben smiled.