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. No one will bother you. Its patrons tend
to mind each his own business."
(Because that business is smuggling, or something equally shady-but I
didn't say it.) "That suits me."
The Reverend Doctor got out a card, started to write on it- paused.
"Names?"
"Mistress Hardesty," Gwen answered promptly.
"I agree," Dr. Schultz said soberly. "A proper precaution. Senator, what is
your surname?"
"It can't be 'Cantor'; I might run into someone who knows what Senator
Cantor looks like. Uh... Hardesty?"
"No, she's your secretary, not your wife. 'Johnson.' There have been more
senators named 'Johnson' than any other name, so it arouses no suspicion-and it
matches Bill's last name... which could be useful." He wrote on the card, handed
it to me. "Your host's name is Tiger Kondo and he teaches all sorts of
kill-quick in his spare time. You can depend on him."
"Thank you, sir." I glanced at the card, pocketed it. "Doctor, do you want
more retainer now?"
He grinned jovially. "Now, now! I haven't yet determined how deeply I can
bleed you. My motto is 'All the traffic will bear'-but never make the mark
anemic."
"Reasonable. Till later, then. We had better not leave together."
"I agree. Nineteen o'clock is my best guess. Dear friends, it has been both
a pleasure and a privilege. And let us not forget the true importance of this
day
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