Question: Does Stark know there are sparrows?
Answer: No. He said he doesn't, and I believe him.
Question: Am I SURE I believe him?
He stopped again, briefly, and then wrote:
Stark knows there is SOMETHING. But William must know there is something, too - if his leg is bruised, it must hurt. But Wendy gave him the bruise when she fell downstairs. William only knows he has a hurt place.
Question: Does Stark know he has a hurt place? A vulnerable place?
Answer. Yes. I think he does.
Question: Are the birds mine?
Answer: Yes.
Question: Does that mean that when he wrote THE SPARROWS ARE FLYING AGAIN
on Clawson's wall and Miriam's wall, he didn't know what he was doing and didn't remember it when he was done?
Answer: Yes.
Question: Who wrote about the sparrows? Who wrote it in blood?
Answer: The one who knows. The one to whom the sparrows belong. Question: Who is the one who knows? Who owns the sparrows?
Answer: I am the knower. I am the owner.
Question: Was I there? Was I there when he murdered them?
He paused again, briefly. Yes, he wrote, and then: No. Both. I didn't have a fugue when Stark killed either Homer Gamache or Clawson, at least not that I remember. I think that what I know . .
. what I SEE . . . may be growing.
Question: Does he see you?
Answer: I don't know. But . . .
'He must,' Thad muttered.
He wrote: He must know me. He must see me. If he really DID write the novels, he has known me for a long time. And his own knowing, his own seeing, is also growing. All that traceback and recording equipment didn't faze foxy old George a bit, did it? No - of course not. Because foxy old George knew it would be there. You don't spend almost ten years writing crime fiction without finding out about stuff like that. That's one reason it didn't faze him. But the other one's even better, isn't it? When he wanted to talk to me, talk to me privately, he knew exactly where I'd be and how to get hold of me, didn't he?.Yes. Stark had called the house when he wanted to be overheard, and he had called Dave's Market when he didn't. Why had he wanted to be overheard in the first case? Because he had a message to send to the police he knew would be listening - that he wasn't George Stark and knew he wasn't . . . and that he was done killing, he wasn't coming after Thad and Thad's family. And there was another reason, too. He wanted Thad to see the voice-prints he knew they would make. He knew the police wouldn't believe their evidence, no matter how incontrovertible it seemed . . . but Thad would.
Question: How did he know where I'd be?
And that was a mighty good question, wasn't it? That was right up there with such questions as how can two different men share the same fingerprints and voice-prints and how can two different babies have exactly the same bruise . . . especially when only one of the babies in question happened to bump her leg.
Except he knew that similar mysteries were well-documented and accepted, at least in cases where twins were involved; the bond between identicals was even more eerie. There had been an article about it in one of the news magazines a year or so ago. Because of the twins in his own life, Thad had read the article closely.
There was the case of identical twins who were separated by an entire continent - but when one of them broke his left leg, the other suffered excruciating pains in his own left leg without even knowing something had happened to his sib. There were the identical girls who had developed their own special language, a language known and understood by no one else on earth. These twin girls had never learned English in spite of their identical high IQs. What need for English had they? They had each other . . . and that was all they wanted. And, the article said, there were the twins who, separated at birth, were reunited as adults and found they had both married on the same day of the same year, women with the same first name and strikingly similar looks. Furthermore, both couples had named their first sons Robert. Both Roberts had been born in the same month and in the same year.
Half and half.
Criss and cross.
Snick and snee.
'Ike and Mike, they think alike,' Thad muttered. He reached out and circled the last line he had written:
Question: How did he know where I'd be?
Below this he wrote:
Answer: Because the sparrows are flying again. And because we are twins. He turned to a fresh page in his journal and laid the pen aside. Heart thumping hard, skin freezing with fear, he reached out a trembling right hand and pulled one of the Berol pencils from the jar. It seemed to burn with a low and unpleasant heat in his hand. Time to go to work..Thad Beaumont leaned over the blank page, paused, and then printed THE SPARROWS ARE FLYING AGAIN in large block letters at the top.
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What, exactly, did he mean to do with the pencil?