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Tom looked at it dubiously, predicting that sometime I'd push the wrong thing and send myself bye-byes for a couple of hours. I told him how Bish had used it. "Bet a lot of people wanted to hang him, too, before they found out who he was and what he'd really done. What's my father think of Bish, now?" "Bish Ware is a great and good man, and the savior of Fenris," I said.
As soon as I got your letter I said to Harry Bish 'Still waters run deep; here's my little sister Maggie, as quiet a creature as ever lived, has managed to catch young Buxton, who has five thousand a-year if he's a penny. Don't go so red, Maggie. Harry was sure to hear of if soon from some one, and I see no use in keeping it secret, for it gives consequence to us all." "Mr.
"If the public learned about this " he went on, and then saw where he was heading and pulled up short. It wouldn't be tactful to say something like, "Maybe they wouldn't think you were just a worthless old soak." Bish saw where Dad was heading, too, but he just smiled, as though he were about to confer his episcopal blessing. "Ah, but that would be a step out of character for me," he said.
I'd had a lot of the very sort of trouble he'd spoken of, trying to get information for myself in proper order, and I'd read a lot of books that duplicated other books I'd read, and books I had trouble understanding because I hadn't read some other book first. Bish had something there. I was sure he had. But six years! I said that aloud, and added: "I can't take the time.
Bish had managed to get into Hunters' Hall just about the time Al Devis and his companion were starting the fire Ravick Gerrit had ordered for a diversion. The whole gang was going to crash out as soon as the fire had attracted everybody away. Bish led them out onto the Second Level Down, sleep-gassed the lone man in the jeep, and took them to the spaceport, where the police were waiting for them.
They have him at the spaceport hospital; it'll be 2400 before they get all the poison sweated out of him." I went on to tell him what had happened. Dad's eyes widened slightly, and he took the pipe out of his mouth and looked at Bish with something very reasonably like respect. "That was mighty sharp work," he said. "If you'd been a second slower, we'd be all out of visiting authors.
Bish is trying to find out just what it is." "Is he drinking much?" I asked. "Well, he isn't on the wagon, I can tell you that," Dad said. "I'm beginning to think that he isn't really sober till he's half plastered." There might be something to that, I thought. There are all kinds of weird individualities about human metabolism; for all I knew, alcohol might actually be a food for Bish.
He named the Javelin crewman, and the man who had been pounded. The latter was one of Steve Ravick's goons. "But not fatally, I regret to say," Bish added. "The local Gestapo are looking for your man, but he made it aboard Nip Spazoni's Bulldog, and by this time he's halfway to Hermann Reuch's Land." "Isn't Nip going to the meeting, tonight?" Tom asked. Bish shook his head.
I can usually avoid trouble, but when I can't, I would like to retain the advantage of surprise." We all got into the jeep. Tom, not too graciously, offered to drop Bish wherever he was going. Bish said he was going to the Times, so Tom lifted the jeep and cut in the horizontal drive. We got into a busy one-way aisle, crowded with lorries hauling food-stuffs to the refrigeration area.
I lifted the radio and spoke into it: "This is Walter Boyd, returning you now to the regular entertainment program." A second later, the thing whistled at me. As the car started down and the doors closed I lifted the handphone. It was Bish Ware again. "We're going down in the elevator to Second Level Down," I said. "I have Joe and Tom and Oscar Fujisawa and a few of the Javelin crew with me.
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