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“That's a point,” she agreed, “that I intend to mention.”

He tasted the gao-yang ruh. “So you know about it?” he asked ruefully.

“Did you think for a minute I wouldn't?”

“Well, they shoot people for hoping, I hear. But I thought I'd take the chance.”

She looked at him disagreeably. “I think it was dumb. I think it was typical of a stumblebum, and quite in
character.”

“I figured the dumbness made it good,” he said. “You used to read about that gag in books years ago so
it must have had something.”

“The Honest Pole told me about your little trick.”

He grinned at his plate. “He who serves two masters is bound to get a leg caught.”

“Is that why you had him hospitalized?”

“Frankly,” he said, “it was because he let you talk him into having his four hired boys give me a
walloping. That shows a weakness of character.”

“So you had his character reenforced with a blackjack?”

“That sometimes helps.”

She put down her fork and told him again that he was a cheap crook, a scamp, a small-time chiseler and
not half smart. She had more than that, and the words to deliver it with, and she did so. He listened
approvingly.

“That's exactly the opinion a young lady should have of a guy like me,” he said. “Very commendable.
Why are you sitting here delivering it, though?”

“I don't know,” she said angrily.
When he stepped out of the elevator in his hotel later, Monk Mayfair detached himself from the shadows
and remarked, “I see your research is keeping you up late.”

“Come in and have a good cry,” Doc suggested amiably. “I should have let you attend to the Honest
Pole. I hear Ham neglected to take off his gloves there.”

“You do any good?”

“I've got her puzzled.”

“Will that buy?”

“I'm also magnetizing her,” Doc said. “When she has the proper charge, I think it might get us what we
want.”