Evidence

When Franklin arrived in his office he discovered a mysterious carpet stain close to his door. It was reddish brown and approximately the size of a slice of white bread. The shape of the stain resembled the State of Maryland.

Gordon was walking down the hall carrying a file box full of ping pong balls.

"Hey Gordon, what do you think this is?" Franklin said gesturing toward the stain.

Gordon put the box on Franklin's chair. "Looks like a blood stain."

"Blood stain!"

Gordon got on his knees to get a closer look. "I've watched a lot of CSI. This is definitely a blood stain."

Franklin got down next to him and smelled it. "I don't know. It smells like barbeque sauce."

Gordon extended his index finger as if he were going to touch the stain.

"For God's sake, don't touch it!" Franklin shouted.

"Maybe we should call the police," Gordon suggested.

"We'd look pretty foolish if it turned out to be a food stain."

"This could be evidence of a crime. Assault. Murder."

"Or the night guard dropped his burger."

Gordon got up and shrugged. "I would call security at least." He picked up his box of ping pong balls and left.

Franklin got up. "It's probably just barbeque saunce," he whispered to himself.

The rest of the day Franklin could not help staring at the stain. He also wondered what Gordon was doing with a box full of ping pong balls. There must have been hundreds in there.