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This she wanted to hear, if she could. She heard. The Elfkund door also stayed open, while the racket beyond it grew shriller by the moment. Finally a ComWeb chimed. A feminine voice spoke sternly. The Quavering outcries subsided. It looked as if Security had been obliged to call on someone higher up in the Elfkund entourage to come to its aid. Trigger closed her door grinning.
"We," the green lady informed her with a not unkindly touch of condescension, "are with the Askab of Elfkund." "Oh!" said Trigger in the tone of one who is impressed. Elfkund hadn't rung any bells. "And with whom are you, girl?" the pink one inquired. "Well," Trigger said, "I'm not actually with anybody." The smiles faded abruptly. They glanced at each other, then looked back at Trigger.
They did look a little surprised when the second cabin closet was opened and found to be as empty as the first; but no comments were made about that. Two minutes after Trigger had come in, they were finished and bowed themselves out of the cabin again. They turned then toward the cabin occupied by the ancient retainers of the Askab of Elfkund. Trigger left her door open.
The Askab of Elfkund is, you might way, one of the branch managers of the Ermetyne interests in the Hub. He is also a hard-working heel in his own right. But he's not the right size to be one of the people we're thinking about. Lyad is. He might have been doing a job for her." "Job?" she asked. She laughed. "Not with those odd little grannies?" "We know the odd little grannies.
"The cabin at the end of the hall?" she asked startled. "That's right." He smiled at her. "I'll be back in ten minutes." Well, that was going to be cosy! Trigger found the dress, shook it out and slipped into it, enormously puzzled but also enormously relieved. That Whatzzit! Freshening up her make-up, she wondered how he had induced the Elfkund ladies to leave.
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