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#104:The Pickle King
Rob the pickle king loves pickles. He keeps a large collection of them in his larder in carefully labelled jars, including a jar of regular pickles, one of sweet pickles, and one that contains a mixture of both. Unfortunately his flatmates Bill and Corey played a trick on him one day and mixed up the labels on these 3 jars so that every label was wrong. Rob hated to waste pickles, but really wanted to put out some sweet pickles for a party that evening. He quickly realised however that he could work out which jar was which by tasting a single pickle from just one jar. Which jar did he pick?
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When he did not return at dinner my wife fretted greatly but I consoled her saying that the boy would come back as soon as his stomach comanded him. We dined upon mutton cooked with potatoes and kept by a great portion for him for he would be hungry from his exertions. The hour grew later and I joined with my wife in her concern. We went calling for the boy in the street but he was not to be found. At length we summoned the constable who hemmed and puffed his pipe and declared that the boy had but played too long in the cold and had repaired to the home of one of his playmates for the night.
The next morning he did not come, nor the next afternoon. We looked for his play-fellows and found them scattered, not playing together as they had done the day before.
The first we found was Harriet Greasley--it was she told us the names of the others: William Oxbow, Sarah Profit and Anders Lee.
Harriet Greasley is a simple lass, not above the age of seven. She told us what she had seen, in simple words which she never afterwards changed.
"A man," she said, "from the Academy. A man from the Academy at him."
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