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"Well, unless you can grow hair, I don't think --"

"Hey, no problem. What kind of hair do you want ? And what do you want to grow
it on?"

"My head." He was about to pat his scalp, but he had a sudden feeling that he'd
like to be outside of this cottage and inside his car once again. "That's all
right, though. I can drop in sometime later on, when Mr. Samson is back." He
began a few careful steps backward.

"Hard to tell, Mr. Snow, when he'll turn up again. Considering where Samson is,
you know, if he ever does get back, he may, really, have lost all interest in
hair."

"Okay, then I'll just -- How come you know my name?"

"Simple trick. My name, by the way, is Ford Madox Ford."

"No, it's not. Ford Madox Ford was some kind of British novelist who had a book
of his done on Masterpiece Theater once. He's dead."

"That's true. Actually Ford Madox Ford, is an assumed monicker. My real handle
is . . . " A huge roaring sound, accompanied by a crimson gust of flame, came
out of the shadows. "For occasions such as this, however, I prefer to use Ford."

Roger lowered himself down into a plump armchair. "Nice meeting you, Mr. Ford."

"So why do you want hair?"

"Oh, it's sort of complicated."

"Hold it. I'll read your mind. Faster."

Nodding, Roger pointed at the sprawl of empty clothes with his shoe toe. "Was
Samson inside those earlier?"

"Eh?"

"Samson of the Samson Institute. Was he wearing those up until --"

"Yep, you just missed the guy. Whoosh! Right out of his attire and off to
elsewhere. They won't mind his being jaybird naked over there."

"He dabbled in magic?"

"Black magic, ancient sorcery, stuff like that."

"Was he using black magic and such to grow hair for people?"