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But how did you know where I was?" "No problem there. We knew Lyad had strings on Pluly. Quillan knew about that sealed level on Pluly's yacht and got Pluly to invite him over to admire the harem right after the Dawn City arrived. While he was admiring, he was also recording floor patterns for a subtub jump.
That was an odd-looking little group in the doorway, Trigger felt. On his knees before Quillan was a fat, elderly man, blinking dazedly at her. He wore a brilliantly purple bath towel knotted about his loins and nothing else. It was a moment before she recognized Belchik Pluly. Old Belchy! And on the floor before Belchy, motionless as if in devout prostration, Virod lay on his face.
The much more elaborate affair at the Colonial School had been a Tranest job. A Devagas group had made attempts to interfere with it, but had been disposed of. Pluly: Lyad had strings on Belchik. He was afraid of the Devagas but somewhat more terrified of her.
But if she happened to be serious about Brule, the dish Brule might be tempted by was said Pluly Lines. Trigger went over to the window and looked down at the exercise quadrangle forty floors below. "If he's that much of a meathead!" she thought. He could be that much of a meathead. He was also Brule. She went back to her desk and sat down. She looked at the ComWeb.
But nobody's ever been able to pin anything more culpable on him than that he keeps skimming extremely close to the limits of a large number of laws." "He's very rich, I imagine?" Trigger said thoughtfully. "Very. He'd be much richer even if it weren't for his hobby." "What's that?" "Harems. The Pluly harems rate among the most intriguing and best educated in the Hub."
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