have expected Peter to keep this thing in mint condition.â
Pulling his own gauntlets on, Rep worked a loose, broken wicker strut free from the chair back. He extended his right hand toward Melissa, who with some reluctance turned the saber over to him. Rep tossed the wicker into the air and slashed theatrically at it with the saber. Unfortunately, he missed, which somewhat diluted his gestureâs dramatic impact. He tried again and this time made contact. The saber sliced cleanly through half an inch of wood.
âVery impressive, dear, but isnât that what sabers are supposed to do?â
âMine didnât. These things are supposed to be props. Re-enactments arenât intended to spill real blood.â
Melissa realized that what she was about to do was manipulative, and reminded herself to feel ashamed later on. Her face formed an exasperated pout, which she turned away from Rep as soon as she was sure heâd seen it.
âYouâre upset with my dogmatic, left-brained, patriarchal, stereotypically male logical empiricism, right?â Rep asked.
âLetâs just say that if I gave you a swat right now it would be aggravation, not flirtation,â Melissa said. âWhich wouldnât be fair, because youâre right. Logically, things donât look particularly good.â
âWell, itâs not
all
one way,â Rep allowed. âThereâs no blood on the uniform, which should have gotten thoroughly spattered from the kind of attack that killed Quinlan. Peter certainly didnât seem coldly homicidal when he was retrieving his saber and talking to me. And with a guy like Quinlan seems to have been, there are probably several cuckolded husbands in the Kansas City metropolitan area who would have been happy to cut his throat.â
âGo on,â Melissa said, her face glowing with ostensible admiration for her husbandâs rhetorical brilliance. âYouâre certainly convincing me.â
With a mordant smile at his wife, Rep took the scabbard from her and decisively re-sheathed the saber.
âYou donât really think Iâm swallowing that little routine, do you, Doctor Pennyworth?â he asked then.
âUh oh,â Melissa said. âI rather thought you were, actually.â
âListen,â he said tenderly, putting the saber back the chair. âI know how much Linda means to you. I know you feel that Linda confiding in you and you giving her advice means you have a special responsibility.â
âBut,â Melissa prompted.
âBut Peter had a sharp piece of metal there when someone he had a motive to kill got killed with a sharp piece of metal. Youâre resisting the obvious. With anyone else Iâd say emotional involvement got in the way of objectivity. But youâre too smart for me to blow your argument off like that.â
âRep, dearest, â Melissa said, âI know exactly what youâre up to.â
âSo I want you to do something,â Rep continued. âThink about it for a minute, and then tell me how much of your attitude is coming from your heart and how much is coming from your head.â
âYouâre not playing fair,â Melissa said.
âThat doesnât exactly set a precedent in this conversation, does it?â
âOkay.â Melissa took a deep breath. She closed her eyes. She forced herself to think methodically for sixty seconds. âOkay,â she said again. âTime for a little dose of G.K. Chesterton.â
âDose away.â
âSuppose an eleven-year old girl told you that sheâd seen a vision of the Blessed Virgin or Mother Teresa. Would you believe her?â
âNo,â Rep said.
âNeither would I. But would you be absolutely certain?â
Rep opened his mouth for a hip-shot answer, then stopped and thought for a few seconds.
âThis will sound like a cop-out,â he said, âbut I donât think I could