Author: Ray Bradbury
Category: Christian
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“A quarter, do you think?”
“More than that. I bet it’s a dollar.”
Dippy remembered as he dug, “I read a book once of magic. There was a Hindu with no clothes on who crept down in a grave and slept there sixty days, not eating anything, no malts, no chewing gum or candy, no air, for sixty days.” His face fell. “Say, wouldn’t it be awful if it was only a radio buried here and us working so hard?”
“A radio’s nice, it’d be all ours.”
Just then a shadow fell across us.
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“Hey, you kids, what you think you’re doing?”
We turned. It was Mr. Kelly, the man who owned the empty lot. “Oh, hello, Mr. Kelly,” we said.
“Tell you what I want you to do,” said Mr. Kelly. “I want you to take those shovels and take that soil and shovel it right back in that hole you been digging. That’s what I want you to do.”
My heart started beating fast again. I wanted to scream myself.
“But Mr. Kelly, there’s a Screaming Woman and…”
“I’m not interested. I don’t hear a thing.”
“Listen!” I cried.
The scream.
Mr. Kelly listened and shook his head. “Don’t hear nothing. Go on now, fill it up and get home with you before I give you my foot!”
We filled the hole all back in again. And all the while we filled it in, Mr. Kelly stood there, arms folded, and the woman screamed, but Mr. Kelly pretended not to hear it.
When we were finished, Mr. Kelly stomped off, saying, “Go on home now. And if I catch you here again…”
I turned to Dippy. “He’s the one,” I whispered.
“Huh?” said Dippy.
“He murdered Mrs. Kelly. He buried her here, after he strangled her, in a box, but she came to. Why, he stood right here and she screamed and he wouldn’t pay any attention.”
“Hey,” said Dippy. “That’s right. He stood right here and lied to us.”
“There’s only one thing to do,” I said. “Call the police and have them come arrest Mr. Kelly.”
We ran for the corner store telephone.
The police knocked on Mr. Kelly’s door five minutes later. Dippy and I were hiding in the bushes, listening.
“Mr. Kelly?” said the police officer.
“Yes, sir, what can I do for you?”
“Is Mrs. Kelly at home?”
“Yes, sir.”
“May we see her, sir?”
“Of course. Hey, Anna!”
Mrs. Kelly came to the door and looked out. “Yes, sir?”