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Gwen turned back to me. "I was antsy. Fidgety. Because of the Limburger."
"What Limburger?"
"Your Limburger, dear. It was part of what I salvaged from your larder,
then I put it out on the cheese and fruit tray when we had lunch. There was a
little hundred-gram wedge, untouched, still in its wrapping, when we finished.
Rather than throw it away, I put it in my purse. I thought it might make a nice
snack-"
"Gwen."
"All right, all right! I saved it on purpose... because I've used it in
looking-glass warfare before this. It's much nicer than some of the things on
the list. Why, you wouldn't believe what nasty-"
"Gwen. I wrote the list. Stick to your muttons."
"In Mr. Sethos's office, you will remember that I was seated almost against
the bulkhead-and right by the main ventilation discharge. Quite a draft against
my legs and uncomfortably warm. I got to thinking-"
"Gwen."
"They're all alike, all through the habitat-local control, both on heat and
volume. And the louvre just snaps on. While Accounting was working up our final
statement, the Manager was studiously ignoring us. I turned the volume down and
the heat to neutral, and snapped off the cover. I rubbed Limburger cheese all
over the vanes of the heat exchanger, and tossed the rest of the package as far
back into the duct as I could manage, and put the louvre back on
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