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. A gamble."
I told a number of sincere lies and managed (I think) to convince Jinx that
we were not lodge brothers and that I was not asking for discounts on anything
and that I had come by that fez by accident, at the last minute-found it in the
Volvo when I hired it.
(Unspoken assumption: Mr. Rasmussen had hired that wagon in Luna City, then
had left his headpiece in it when he turned in the Volvo at Golden Rule.)
I added that the owner's name was in the fez and I intended to return it to
him.
Jinx asked, "Do you have his address?"
I admitted that I did not-just the name of his temple, embroidered on the
fez.
Jinx stuck out his hand. "Give it to me; I can save you the trouble... and
the expense of mailing a package back Earth-side."
"How?"
"Happens I know somebody who's bouncing a jumpbug to Luna City on Saturday.
The Nobles' convention adjourns on Sunday, right after they dedicate their Luna
City Hospital for Crippled and Birth-Damaged Children. There'll be a
lost-and-found at the convention center; there always is. Since his name is in
it, they'll get it to him-before Saturday evening, because that's the night of
the drill team competition... and they know that a drill team member-if he is
one-without his fez is as undressed as a bar hostess without her G-string."
I passed the red hat over to him.
I thought that would be the end of it
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