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. . . but I'm sure he never meant you to risk your neck on my account" He swallowed. I'll be all right."
Krausa sawed the air impatiently. "No, no!" he said harshly. "Baslim wanted this done . . . and debts are paid. Debts are always paid!"
"I don't understand."
"No need for you to. But Baslim wanted me to take you with me, so that's how it's got to be." He turned to Mother Shaum. "The question is, how? Any ideas?"
"Mmm . . . possibly. Let's go talk it over." She turned. "Get back in your hide-away, Thorby, and be careful. I may have to go out for a while."
Shortly before curfew the next day a large sedan chair left Joy Street. A patrolman stopped it and Mother Shaum stuck her head out. He looked surprised. "Going out, Mother? Who'll take care of your customers?"
"Mura has the keys," she answered. "But keep an eye on the place, that's a good friend. She's not as firm with them as I am." She put something in his hand and he made it disappear.
"I'll do that. Going to be gone all night?"
"I hope not. Perhaps I had better have a street pass, do you think? I'd like to come straight home if I finish my business."
"Well, now, they've tightened up a little on street passes."
"Still looking for the beggar's boy?"
"As a matter of fact, yes. But well find him. If he's fled to the country, they'll starve him out; if he's still in town, well run him down
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