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. Jakob Raskob
at Galileo University. He is a cryptographer in the department of computer
science... and if he can't figure out what to do about it, I can suggest nothing
better than prayer. May I keep this picture of my cousin Enrico?"
"Yes, surely. But mail me a copy, please; I may need it in pursuing the
Walker Evans angle-on second thought, certain to. Doctor, we have one more need
I have not mentioned."
"So?"
"The young man with us. He's a ghost. Reverend; he walks by night. And he's
naked. We want to cover him. Can you think of anyone who can handle it-and right
away? We would like to catch the next shuttle."
"One moment, sir! Am I to infer that your porter, the young man with your
baggage, is the ruffian who pretended to be a proctor?"
"Didn't I make that clear?"
"Perhaps I was obtuse. Very well, I accept the fact... while admitting
astonishment. You want me to supply him with papers? So that he can move around
in Golden Rule without fear of proctors?"
"Not exactly. I want a bit more than that. A passport. To get him out of
Golden Rule and into Luna Free State."
Dr. Schultz pulled his lower lip. "What will he do there? No, I withdraw
that question-your business, not mine. Or his business."
Gwen said, "I'm going to spank him into shape. Father Schultz. He needs to
leam to keep his nails clean and not to dangle his participles
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