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. The Loti glittered in gold, from head to toe.
"I am now suitably dressed for the occasion," Raoul announced happily. Xris grunted.
Quong squinted, pursed his lips. He calmly placed his finger on the screen. "That's it."
Simultaneously Raoul gasped, pointed a painted fingernail at the screen. "Her! That's her?"
"Son of a bitch!" Xris murmured. "Our friend from Canis Major, Dr. Brisbane. Quite a coincidence, her being here. And you say that's the device, Doc? The machine to her right? It looks like an ordinary vid antenna. A bit longer, maybe. How do you know that's it?"
Quong gave a rapid-fire explanation. "Such pieces of equipment are known as image enhancers. They are used to transmit and receive high-band radio waves. They act like radar, work with the vidcam and a computer to enhance the picture of the object, make it look clear and sharp, even on the outer fringes of the galaxy. Now, as you will note, there are ten image enhancers on that balcony. Nine of the enhancers are pointed at us, as they should be. We are the big news at the moment. But look--look at this one! It is pointed at the limojet." Quong straightened. "At the king."
Xris was unconvinced. "Yeah, so? They'd be likely to keep one on the king, wouldn't they?"
"Of course? That is why this device is such excellent cover for them. But look at this, my friend--shielding! Why would a news crew put shielding around an image enhancer? I tell you, Xris," Quong said stubbornly, "that is the device
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