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Robert Asprin

The manager raised an eyebrow.

"Like who, for example?"

"Well... what if I and my friend here decided to..."

That was as far as she got.

For all his stuffiness, I had to admit the manager was
good. I didn't see him move or signal, but suddenly the
bank was filled with armed guards. For some reason,
their attention seemed to be centered on us.

I nudged Tananda, but she waved me off irritably.

". . . Of course, that was simply a 'what if.' "

"Of course," the manager smiled, without humor. "I
believe our business is concluded. Good day."

"But ..."

"I said 'Good day.' "

With that he returned to his work, ignoring us com-
pletely.

It would have been bordering on lunacy to try to take
on the whole room full of guards. I was therefore startled
to realize little sister was starting to contemplate that
very action. As casually as I could, I started whistling
Gilbert and Sullivan's "A Policeman's Lot Is Not a
Happy One" as a gentle reminder of the police station
not half a block away. Tananda gave me a look that
would curdle cream, but she got the message and we left
without further ado.

"Now what, little sister?" I said, as tactfully as I
could manage.

"Isn't it obvious?"

I thought about that for a few moments.

"No," I admitted frankly. "Seems to me you've come
up against a dead end."