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"I had Dr. Marconis, our staff thaumaturgic pathologist, examine Detective Angelo's chart and then check
his room for trace emanations. Dr. Marconis is a seventh-level adept, with degrees from Johns Hopkins
and the College of Sorcerers in Cambridge. He is highly respected, both as an adept and a physician."

"The point, Doctor, please," McGuire said.

"The point is that Dr. Marconis was not only able to detect thaumaturgic trace emanations in Detective
Angelo's room, but he said they were the strongest he had ever encountered. The energy in the residue of
the trace emanations alone, he said, would have been enough to power our entire hospital for six months.
On the recommendation of Dr. Marconis, we have since moved three patients in and out of that room.
All three were terminal. All three were left in there for no longer than ten minutes, and all three are now
showing signs of complete recovery."

"You mean just being in that room for ten minutes cured them?"

"It certainly looks that way," said Dr. Fuller. "Unfortunately, the effect is only temporary. The trace
emanations will probably dissipate by tomorrow. In the meantime, we're moving as many terminal
patients in and out of there as possible, and charting everything. I don't know what happened, or how it
happened, but it seems to be working and I'm not going to look a gift horse in the mouth."

"Where is Dr. Marconis now?" McGuire asked. "Can I speak with him?"

"I'm afraid not," Dr. Fuller replied. "For the time being, he's in charge of this phenomenon, and he is going
to be investigating it to the best of his ability for as long as it lasts."

"I would very much like to speak with him as soon as he's available, and discuss the results of his
investigation," said McGuire.

"I'll be sure to pass it on," said Dr. Fuller. "Meanwhile, there was one thing that Dr. Marconis wanted me
to ask the police. Exactly what was Detective Angelo exposed to?"

McGuire took a deep breath and exhaled heavily. "Doctor, I wish to hell I knew."



The Gypsy took the stairs down from the penthouse. It was a long way down, but she had no intention of
getting into that elevator again. She had removed her boots and carried them in her left hand as she
descended in her stocking feet. Exercise had never been her strong suit, and it was hard enough going
down all those flights of stairs without having to do it in high heels. There was the added benefit that with
her boots off, her feet made no noise on the stairs. She did not wish to attract any attention, especially
since she was sneaking evidence out of a crime scene.

"Must you carry me upside down?" said Broom.

"I'm sorry," said the Gypsy, taking the enchanted broom off her shoulder, where she'd been carrying it
like a rifle, and holding it down at her side in her right hand. "There, is that any better?"

"Just be careful and don't hit my head on the railing," Broom replied.
"You don't have a head, so far as I can see."