When John Revives

"I can't think of any other explanation at this point," Woody answered.

For some reason, I felt uneasy with Mr. Ryan. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but there was something suspicious about the man.

"May I see your identification again?" I asked.

I was hoping my years of experience would help me determine if Mr. Ryan was really who he said he was. I was not disappointed. He held his picture I.D. up for me to see. Upon closer investigation I noticed a shadow on the bottom right edge of his photograph.

"Thank you," I said, "You never can be too careful these days."

"I suppose not," Mr. Ryan said as he handed a card to Woody and made his way to the front door.

Woody followed him as a cordial host would, and wished him a good night. He then called us back to the kitchen.

"The man is not who he says he is," I said quietly.

"How do you know?" Tom asked.

"I wouldn't be as successful as I am if I didn't notice things like this," I retorted.

"What gave him away?" Mary asked.

"He had pasted his picture over another one. The I.D. was fake," I said.

"Who do you think he is?" Woody asked.

"It seems you have gotten a lot of people stirred up with this find of yours, Woody," Tom offered.

"Maybe you're right," Woody said as he rubbed his chin with his hand.