Bart The Genius Novels & Stories

"It's trying to imitate early 20th-century handwriting, but look at this. "The stroke doesn't have the right weight. It was clearly traced. The paper may be old, but the writing itself isn't worth much." Barbara examined it again, then suddenly clapped her hands. "You're absolutely right! That kind of eye only comes from decades of experience!" The others broke into applause and exclaimed, "He's a genius!" "This isn't hard," Calvin said with a smirk. "You just call it like you see it, right?" Uncle Gary, on the other hand, was grinning from ear to ear. "My, my. Calvin's got real talent, huh?"

“Alright.” He leaned back, voice teasing now. “For starters, keep an eye on Barry. He’s… well, he’s in the know about a lot. You might get some clues if you’re clever.” I frowned. “Barry? How?” “Charm,” Brian said with a shrug. “He’s a sucker for me. You’d be surprised what people tell me without realizing it.” I blinked. “You’re… terrible.” “Thank you,” he said, mock bowing. “But trust me — it’ll help.”

"What if something has happened to him? We need to know." Bart was a middle-aged man with little white hair on his head and a well-groomed beard on his face. He had a rough and weathered appearance, with deep lines etched into his forehead and around his mouth. Despite his rough exterior, he had a mischievous twinkle in his eye that made him seem approachable.