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Updated: June 9, 2025
The suite at the Hotel Mallory was crowded when Jack Holloway returned with Gerd van Riebeek; it was noisy with voices, and the ventilators were laboring to get rid of the tobacco smoke. Gus Brannhard, Ben Rainsford and Baby Fuzzy were meeting the press. "Oh, Mr. Holloway!" somebody shouted as he entered. "Have you found them yet?" "No; we've been all over Science Center from top to bottom.
"If that drink has a kid sister, I'll take it," Gerd muttered. "What happened, Gus?" Brannhard began to curse. "The whole thing's a fake; it stinks from here to Nifflheim. It would stink on Nifflheim." He picked up a cigar butt he had laid aside when Fane's call had come in and relighted it. "We found the woman who called the police.
Gerd van Riebeek fired a bullet into the ground ahead of him, bringing him up short. "You'll stop the next one, Juan," he said. "Go help Dr. Kellogg; he got himself hurt." "Call the constabulary," Mallin was saying. "Ruth, you go; they won't shoot at you." "Don't bother. I called them. Remember?"
"Hell, no; they eat them. But you have to give them this, they cook them first." "Look, we won't get anywhere arguing about what Fuzzies do and Khooghras don't do," Rainsford said. "We'll have to get a definition of sapience. Remember what Ruth said Saturday night?" Gerd van Riebeek looked as though he didn't want to remember what Ruth had said, or even remember Ruth herself.
The stream was deep and rapid, too much so for easy fording by Fuzzies; they'd follow it back into the foothills. He took everybody's names and thanked them. If he found the Fuzzies himself and had to pay off on an information-received basis, it would take a mathematical genius to decide how much reward to pay whom. "Gerd, if you were a Fuzzy, where would you go up there?" he asked.
"You can see some now." Ko-Ko and Goldilocks and Cinderella were coming out of the hall from the bedroom; he gathered them up and put them on the table. The sergeant was fascinated. Then he must have noticed that both Jack and Gerd were wearing their guns in the house. His eyes narrowed slightly. "You got problems, Jack?" he asked. "Little ones; they may grow, though.
Suddenly Mamma gave a shrill cry and started back for the shed, chasing Baby ahead of her and slapping him on the bottom with the flat of her chopper-digger to hurry him along. Jack started for the house at a run. Gerd grabbed his camera and jumped up on the table. It was Ruth who saw the cause of the disturbance. "Jack! Look, over there!" She pointed to the edge of the clearing.
Poor little Fuzzies, they'd think a city was as safe as the woods of home, where there was nothing worse than harpies and damnthings. Gus Brannhard was out when he went down to the suite; Ben Rainsford was at a reading screen, studying a psychology text, and Gerd was working at a desk that had been brought in. Baby was playing on the floor with the bright new toys they had gotten for him.
Lunt talked to van Riebeek when he had finished with Ruth, and then with Jimenez and Mallin and Kellogg. Then he and one of the men from Car Three came over to where Jack and Rainsford were standing. Gerd van Riebeek joined them just as Lunt was saying: "Jack, Kellogg's made a murder complaint against you. I told him it was self-defense, but he wouldn't listen.
They have stacks of those things, signed in blank, in the Chief of the Court's office. If they had to wait to get one of the judges to sign an order every time they wanted to subpoena a witness or impound physical evidence, they'd never get anything done. If Ham O'Brien didn't think this up for himself, Leslie Coombes thought it up for him." "We'll use my airboat," Gerd said.
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