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Show XXXXI "In the bathhouse, all are equal." Ancient Earthski adage "Talk to me not of schemes, until there be something of substance to scheme for!" "Marry, but ye know not what I mean, fair sir. Would ye not wish the wise Phrapp roundly in thy hands?" Dr'Igor looked narrowly at the whining little scoundrel in front of him-none other than Hoqqam, who had begged private audience with Dr'Igor. The rendezvous decided upon was inside the entrance to one of the abandoned mines in Westwick. Early morning Twinlight was filtering through the scrupwood boards on the half-open door and slanted off Hoqqam's head, augmenting the devilish planes of his face. "How?" said Dr'Igor, looking askance at the villain. "How can I get that. . . t h a t . . .calamity in my hands?" "'Tis e'en this: the red DragonGoose that the young Janni did infect with Armand's spirit-'tis here!" "What!" "'Tis true, I jest not! And if we get this evil bird in our hands, and then threaten to inform the EarthColonySystem about Janni's magic and what's more, about the crime of burying a human wight foully murdered...." "The EarthColonySystem!" Dr'Igor blenched and shook his head. 354- |