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"What? You told me that you had satisfied yourself."
"No, sir, I told you that I had read them. But I don't understand them. Uncle Jack, where are the papers that my parents signed?"
"Eh?" Weemsby looked at him sharply. "Why?"
"I want to see them."
Weemsby considered. "They must be in the vault at Rudbek City."
"All right. I'll go there."
Weemsby suddenly stood up. "If you will excuse me, in go to work," he snapped. "Young man, some day you will realize what I have done for you! In the meantime, since you choose to be uncooperative, I still must get on with my duties."
He left abruptly. Thorby felt hurt -- he didn't want to be uncooperative . . . but if they had waited for years, why couldn't they wait a little longer and give him a chance?
He recovered the papers, then phoned Leda. She answered, with vision switched off. "Thor dear, what are you doing up in the middle of the night?"
He explained that he wanted to go to the family's business offices. "I thought maybe you could direct me."
"You say Daddy said to?"
"He's going to assign me an office."
"I won't just direct you; I'll take you. But give a girl a chance to get a face on and swallow orange juice."
He discovered that Rudbek was connected with their offices in Rudbek City by high-speed sliding tunnel. They arrived in a private foyer guarded by an elderly receptionist She looked up
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