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. "You know who else has caught our leprosy. Choy-Mu."
"You think so?"
"Seven to two."
"No bet. Call him."
Query showed him to be a private subscriber, so I called his home. I heard
a recording, sans picture: "Marcy Choy-Mu speaking. Can't say when I'll be home
but I will call in soon for messages. At me gong, please record." A gong
sounded.
I thought furiously, then said, "Captain Midnight speaking. We are booked
into the old Raffles. A mutual friend needs help. Please call me at the Raffles.
If I am not there, please leave message telling when and where I can reach you."
I
switched off again.
"Dear, you didn't give him Rabbi Ezra's code." "On purpose, Sadie giri. To
keep the Rabbi's code out of Jefferson Mao's hands; Choy-Mu's line may be
monitored. 1 had to give him somewhere to call back... but I can't risk
compromising the Rabbi Ezra connection; we must have it for Father Schultz.
Table it, beautiful; I've got to query for HKL ground control."
"Hong Kong Luna ground control. This terminal is for official business;
make it brief." It was voice only.
"May I speak to Captain Marcy?"
"Not here. I'm his emergency relief. Message? Make it snappy; I've got
traffic in four minutes."
(Uh-) "This is Captain Midnight. Tell him I'm at the old
Raffles. Call me."
"Don't switch off! Captain Midnight?"
"He'll know
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