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Show Bauercrat, marry but she would make him well aware of her efficiency! "Truly good sir, I must have thy name," she said severely as he handed the hypodermic back to her. "This were indeed a grave breach." She thumbed 01 the Scribe officiously and tapped in the date. "Pray what o'clock is't?" she asked him, fingers poised above the keys. Phrapp turned away without answering and walked back down the third aisle to his seat for, assuredly, he intended to give no one his name, and he'd had no interest in what o'clock it was since the hour he'd been thrust into insubstantial space a month before. He sat down and looked out of the port gloomily. Moreover; if he told that woman his name, he'd find himself faced forsooth with keying in a twenty-screen report for the Network before nightfall. Besides, he recalled with a start, I'm traveling incognito. He sighed again, and the wounded steward began to groan, diverting his two colleagues' attention. The woman flung her DictaScribe on a small table and rushed to get the good Bertram a glass of water. The screamer, now quiet, was snoring gently and slumped sideways in her seat. The young man with the beard had sat himself down again beside her, and was regarding the maiden warily out of the corner of his eye. Meanwhile, the shuttle had made its swift passage to NewOxbridge on the western side of the planet's one modest-sized continent, and touched down faultlessly on the blessed soil of BauerWorlde. An automatic ambulance, which had detached itself from the terminal building and glided to the shuttle door^ rendered up a litter for the stricken passenger. It was the first time Phrapp had seen this phenomenon on his reluctant but nevertheless frequent and mysterious sallies in and out of BauerWorlde. Had 10 |
