Fiction - Frederick Brown: “It shows”

  FREDERICK BROWN
  It's visible

  Looking at his watch, Henry Blodgett
grabbed his head. It's already two o'clock in the morning! He
I irritably slammed the textbook - it didn’t matter
There's no way he'll make it before morning. The more
He crammed geometry, the less he understood.
Mathematics was generally bad for him, and
geometry! It’s impossible to even cram it.
  If he fails tomorrow, he'll be kicked out
from college - he already has three tails
for past semesters. Another failure - and
it will be deducted automatically.  Then it's over
all dreams, career. But now he could
Only a miracle can save you.
  Suddenly he raised his head, even in his chair
jumped up.  Why not call for
help from secret forces?   Henry has long been
was interested in magic and even collected
a small library.   In these books
explained in simple terms how to call
demons and subjugate them to your will. Until now
he didn't dare try for a while, but now
It's worth the risk.  It can't get any worse. It doesn't matter
You can't master geometry without magic.
  He went to the shelf and took the most sensible
book on black magic, opened on the desired
page and repeated the simple instructions.
  Henry got down to business: he moved the furniture to
walls, chalk drawn in the middle of the floor
pentagram, stepped into it and said
spell.
  The demon appeared. He was much scarier than
Henry guessed.  Having gathered my courage,
Blodgett got to the heart of the matter.
  -I'm not good at geometry...
  - You can see it!  - the demon thundered,
triumph could be heard in his voice.
  Blazing with flames, he emerged from the chalk
hexagon that Henry drew
instead of a pentagram...