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Show a bowl of stew with gusto. The nourishment had been furnished by an overjoyed Brandon who, seemingly unaffected by the news that the Governor's memory was gone, for he well know about that already, bustled over to Phrapp as soon as Belinda left the shed. "Aye," said Belinda resignedly, "naught is there but blinking question marks and error messages." She looked at Dr'Igor. "And so now what do we do?" "By the very heaven," said Dr'Igor without lifting his head. "I know not." He sighed. "The plan was to take over and rule through the Governor, thou knowest well. We are like legs and arms now. with naught indeed where the head should be!" "And thou sayest the spy did it?" For a long time Belinda had her suspicions as to who this Brown Mole was, but after careful surveillance could not continue to believe Manager Ivan of such brilliance. "Who i_£ this Brown Mole?" "I tell ye, I know not," said Dr'Igor, "but if I had his mole's neck in my two hands at this moment...." The man's voice trailed off, shaking with fury, and he looked around the room, frowning horribly. Phrapp blenched under the black and blue bruises on his face. "Ah, the humiliation of it," said Belinda, striking her forehead with the palm of one hand. "We will needs have to send to the EarthColonySystem for a programmer!" Phrapp laid his bowl aside and took a deep breath. "No need," he rumbled. All heads turned to the wounded man. "And who might je_ be?" asked 317 |