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Show The door slid open and an android appeared dressed in blue and rose livery. "Assistant Manager Brandon, if it pleases thee!" The four Bauercrats turned around. "Deputy Assistant Vice Manager for Snooping Rockforth sendeth me in all haste to report the following," the android said. "Mentioned the Good Doctor Igor Grant-Sheblem yet again the word Revolution..." Brandon shuddered. "And...?" " . . . h e wisheth to report that Midoctor Igor Grant-Sheblem be apparently planning one." "What!" Brandon stood up and his chair fell back with a heavy thud. Brandon and the young AD looked at the android blankly. Talking about Revolutions was one thing, but planning one! Good Saint Ida and Iasaac and all the panoply of saints! But Phrapp popped a final peppermint into his mouth theatrically, and smiled, and Chu placed one taloned hand in front of her mouth and rolled her glittering eyes to the side, thoughtfully. A revolution? thought she. But what revolution, pray? Pray, be there two? Cursed be her head if that be so, in the holy name of Saint Isaac himself! Brandon drew himself together and frowned. "Secure his sanctum, thou knave!" he shouted. "It has been done, Your Grace!" the android shouted back. "Cloister Grant-Sheblem!" "We know not where he is!" "Trace his transmission!" "Impossible, Your Grace! The Good Doctor Grant-Sheblem has found a way to jam the line!" 55 |
