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gegerutavis, I’m going to give her these little monsters! Could you drug them so they won’t start up until
noon tomorrow or so? Oh, this is going to be such fun!"

At that point Futgris had the impudence to ask, "My dear sir, aren’t you going a bit too far with your
mother-in-law?"

Thus reminded, the Ara grew meek. He nodded seriously and said, depressed, "You could be right…
Pack up a pair of gegerutavis for me, too, just in case!" Once more he hit the cage with his fist for
emphasis and once more all hell broke loose from inside.

Visibly shaken by the second outburst, the man risked a look inside the cage. A furry blue creature the
size of a man’s hand, distinguished by a loosely hanging dewlap under its chin, raised itself up on 3 fins in
a comer and looked at him half-asleep through unnaturally clear eyes.

"What!" exclaimed the Ara in his booming voice, looking at Futgris distrustfully. "You mean to tell me
that little ball of fur can make all that noise…?" But the Ara had forgotten himself and banged once more
on the cage.

The little animal yet again shrieked its fright.

The man was half-deaf when he finally left Ixt’s animal shop with his menagerie.

All the clerks watched him go, and among them was Ixt, who had kept inconspicuously in the
background. Nothing in his face betrayed the great concern that bothered him. Nothing about him
betrayed the fact that he was in truth no Springer at all—that his appearance was only a skilfully crafted
disguise. As he walked through the large display and sales area in returning to the luxury of his office, Ixt
greeted his employees the same way he did every morning even though his thoughts were far away from
mundane matters of business.

He considered the Ara who had bought a pair of hiobargulloos and a pair of gegerutavis—at
government expense!

Ixt had read the Ara’s every thought: again and again the Ara had silently cursed his ‘crazy’ assignment.
Because certain unclarities were present in the information Ixt had supplied regarding his birthplace and
clan membership and none could be cleared up despite all checking through the records, the Ara had
been detailed to keep a watch on the alleged Springer.

Ixt shut the office door behind him and muttered, "It seems to me somebody back on Earth goofed!"

Disguised as an animal dealer, John Marshall had learned by his telepathic examination of his Ara
‘shadow’ that he planned to bring the noisy hiobargulloos back to Ixt’s animal shop the next day. The
Ara intended to make a recording of Ixt’s brainwaves, too, and without the Springer noticing.

Marshall nodded grimly and ceased his surveillance over the mind of the agent from the Ara secret
service. Countermeasures had to be taken by next morning at the latest. First he had to get in touch with
Rohun the Springer captain but it struck Marshall as too dangerous to try calling him over the city
communications system.

When he left the shop 10 minutes later, Marshall went by Futgris and told him "I’ll be back sometime
tomorrow afternoon. Take over for me and do a good job."