"I was never good at judging distances."
"Did you ever go to Chicago from Galvey?"
"Several times."
"How long did it take you to make the journey."
"About two hours."
"If I told you that Galvey was fully two hundred miles from Chicago, would you still believe you had made the journey in two hours?"
"I may have been mistaken."
"As a matter of fact Galvey is really five hundred miles from Chicago, isn't it?"
"Yes."
"Then you traveled five hundred miles in two hours?"
"I said I may have been mistaken."
"As a matter of fact you don't even know where Galvey is, do you?"
"Of course I do. Wasn't I born there?"
"Perhaps it is Springfield you remember so well."
"It must be Galvey I remember."
"It's nice to know you remember something."
Clive Reardon paused for a moment, then he asked: "How long did you know Templeton Blaine?"
"Five years."
"You mean you only knew your brother five years? Was it because he was born in Galvey and you were born in Springfield that you were so distant?"
"I didn't understand the question. I meant to say I knew my brother all his life."
"Do you remember him as a small boy?"
"Perfectly!"
"Do you remember him when he was six years old?"
"I certainly do. He was a cute kid and bright."
"Will you please tell the court how old you are?"
"I am sixty."
"According to the records Templeton Blaine was about seventy when he died. He was six years old four years before you were born, yet you remember he was a cute kid. Permit me to compliment you on a most exceptional memory. It is
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