I already have a number one suspect: Silent Sam. Everybody knows
that Sam likes things very, very quiet. He gets so fed up with
noise that he even refuses to speak! For years, Sam has written
to the local newspaper complaining about the town bell. Just last
week, he threatened to put an end to its joyful sounds.
As luck would have it, I found Silent Sam leaving the Stay Fit
Gym. (Silent Sam swims in the gym's pool almost every day. He
must like the peace and quiet of swimming underwater.)
"Sam," I said. "May I ask you a few questions about
the town bell's clapper?"
Sam quickly shoved something into the pocket of his gym bag.
I knew he was up to something, so I reached into the pocket and
discovered a locker key. "Sam, did you hide the bell clapper
in a gym locker?"
Sam knew he was caught. He looked down at the ground and slowly
nodded "yes."
"What's the number of the locker where we can find the bell?"
Suddenly, a sly smile crossed Sam's face and he held up five fingers.
Oh no, I thought. This must be one of Sam's games. Sam was only
going to answer five questions to help me figure out the locker
number. Plus, he could only answer "yes" or "no"!