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Slesinger Clinic.

Just then, as one of the Brazilians was aiming his gun at Nurse
Munson, my knee went off. A thin line of blurred air shot out at the nearest
agent. It struck him in the middle of his chest, then vanished.

“Inferno!” He remarked as he fell over onto the deck, bumping against
the table and upsetting my plate of syrupy pancakes.

While this was occurring, Ginger had jumped down off the roof to
tackle the other Brazilian intruder.

He was now lying face down, unconscious, and she was handcuffing
his hands behind his back. “These fellows are from Brazil’s Agencia Muito
Secreta,” she said as she stood clear of the sprawled man. “This one is
Antonio Bulcao.”

“Apparently you’re more than a night nurse.”

“I’m with the National Counterspy Bureau. I’ve been working
undercover at—”

“The last person who claimed to be with the NCB,” I cut in as I
gathered up the fallen flapjacks, “turned out to be a phony and so—”

“Nix,” warned my right knee. “This cookie is legit.”

“You made a darn favorable impression on me at the clinic, Mr.
Whitney,” said the government agent. “So I’m assuming you’ll cooperate
and return to the clinic and, you know, voluntarily return those knees so
that—”

“Whoa, honey,” said my knee. “How come it took you so dang long to
get here? If we hadn’t been on duty, a stewpot of spies and secret agents
might’ve hauled this poor sap off to—”

“Now, now,” said my other knee, “I’m sure this sweet young lady has a
perfectly acceptable explanation. And there’s no reason to refer to poor
Frank as a sap, now that he’s been converted into a—”

“I was reassigned to collect Mr. Whitney after, well, my partner and I
didn’t succeed in locating Dr. Dowling.”

“Was your partner working undercover at the Slesinger, too?” I asked
her.

“Yes, she’s Hazel LaMond, but we really must—”

“Huh, the nurse who gave me backrubs.”