“Where did all these footprints come from?” mused Detective Sam Smith. He had been called because all the silver coins had been taken from the fountain. The footprints should have been a good clue, except for one thing. The wet prints were walking toward the fountain, not away from it!
Meantime behind the heavy hedge Wiley Wallace looked into his bag, smiled at his loot, removed a damp towel and a pair of shoes, and dried his wet feet again.
He could have just got into the fountain, got the silver, then dried his feet when he got out, but Wiley loved leaving misleading clues. Wiley loved being wily – wily as his name. So he had walked barefoot across the wet, dewy grass and across the concrete, leaving the deceptive tracks.
“Hands up,” called Det. Johnson. “Not so wily this time. Your steps led straight to you.”
“How is that possible?” wailed wily Wiley Wallace. “They pointed the other way.”
“Not if you walked backward,” smugly smiled Det. Sam Smith.
Well, Dear Bloggers, my story shows you how “Two wrongs can make a right!” 😀