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He clutched at the papers, held them fast, as if they were the most precious objects to come into his possession in a month: new diamond earrings, perhaps, or a jar of thigh cream.
"This is it!" Raoul breathed softly.
The Little One, reading his thoughts, clapped his hands and began to jump up and down--a perilous move on top of file wall. Raoul was quick to calm his friend's joy.
"We have to find a policeman," Raoul said, and was immediately cheered and delighted by the oddity. Generally policemen were out trying to find Raoul, not the other way around.
The Little One, standing on the wall, tapped his friend on the head, drew Raoul's attention to several small hovering vehicles known as chariots because they purportedly resembled the chariots of aacient times--minus the horses and the wheels. Designed for police use, the chariot was nothing more than a round section of metal floor plating surrounded by a steel railing and equipped with anti-gray plates and blast jets. When actNated, the chariot rose into the air, carrying the police iN rapid--albeit breezy--transit above the congested sidewalks of the city.
Police chariots were zipping around overhead, endeavoring to funnel the crowd out and away from the immediate vicinity of the hotel.
Raoul put his golden shoes on, stood on top of the concrete wall, and beganI waving his hands, crying shrilly
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