"Lunchtime," I rumbled in echo. "Let us dine at some exclusive and hideously
expensive restaurant while my applications are being processed. And return
to find out who my mentor will be."
Dine we did, well and expensively, and were just signaling for the bill when
Sybill appeared. Yes, it had to be Sybill because Sybil, her other self, had
returned with James to Usti nad Labam to work with him on their mutual
computer project.
"Food or drink?" I said.
"Thank you, no. Well, maybe a small bite and a drop of wine. Thank you." She
sipped and smiled. "I just grabbed a few minutes to talk while Bolivar
attends a board meeting for our newly established private bank, Credit Dew.
There are some investments we have been toying with."
"Investments? Perhaps I should consider something like that myself, with all
the credits from Chaise just lying around."
"That's just what Bolivar said. And he wasn't too sure that your secret
secret account was all that secret. So he transferred all your money here so
he could watch it closely."
"How kind!"
"He also used it to finance the establishment of Credit Dew."
A little too kind, I thought. But kept the thought to myself. I am sure that
he knew what he was doing.
"A little more wine." I said and tipped a bit into each of our glasses. We
all drank.
"But you didn't come here to talk about banking," Angelina said.
"You're right. I have been thinking about Jim's new career while Bolivar is
busy making money. Through my Special Corps contacts I did a little more
investigating of the circus. I did a little checking on the acts myself and
have found one that was of great interest. Gar Goyle's Freak Show.
Intergalactic monstrosities."
"Doesn't sound too attractive," Angelina said. "I thought that sort of thing
was illegal."
"It is-that is why I made some even more discreet inquiries through the
Special Corps. It is all very legal-and interesting . . ."
This caught my attention. "Interesting-in what way?"
