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She went over to a wall cabinet, unlocked it and took out Repulsive's container. Lyad said, "Put it on that shelf for the moment. Then bring me Virod's gun, and hers." "I'm afraid you'll have to go up on that table now, Trigger," she said. "If you've really decided to cooperate, it won't be too bad. And, by and by, you'll start telling us very exactly what should be done with that handbag.
"I'd heard that." "It was Mantelish's idea," said Trigger. "Now Mantelish is very fond of that sequoia tree. He's got a big, comfortable bench right among its roots, where he likes to sit down around noon and have a little nap when he's out here." "Oh!" said Pilch. "Repulsive's been up to his old tricks, eh?" "Sure. He's given Mantelish very exact instructions.
She hurried down to her quarters, summoned Repulsive's container into the room and slung the strap over her shoulder. Then she stood still a moment, frowning slightly. Something something like a wisp of memory, something she should be remembering was stirring in the back of her mind. Then it was gone. Trigger shook her head. It would keep. She opened the door and stepped out into the hall.
"It just moves on in the direction it was going. Pretty hard to hurt those things." "In that case," Trigger said, "let's check out its container now." The Commissioner took Repulsive's container out of a desk safe and handed it to her. Its outer appearance was that of a neat modern woman's handbag with a shoulder strap.
He looked again at Trigger. He was a small man with salt-and-pepper hair, a deeply lined face, beautiful liquid-black eyes. "Very!" Lyad said. "We must remember that. Hello, Trigger!" "Hello," Trigger said. Her glance went once around the room and came back to Lyad's amiably observant face. Repulsive's container was nowhere around. There seemed to be nobody else in the room.
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