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"Earlier today I went shopping for Richard-shoes, dear, but don't wear them
until Galahad okays it-and replacements for your suits I lost in the fracas at
the Raffles. Couldn't match the colors, so I settled for cerise and jade green."
"Good choices."
"Yes, they will suit you, I think. I had finished shopping and would have
been back here before you woke but- Justin, they were queued up at the teleport,
so I sighed and waited my turn... and a line jumper, a rancid tourist from
Secundus, sneaked in six places ahead of me."
"Why. the scoundrel!"
"Didn't do him a speck of good. The bounder was shot dead."
I looked at her. "Hazel?"
"Me? No, no, darling! I admit that I was tempted. But in my opinion
crowding into a queue out of turn doesn't rate anything heavier than a broken
arm. No, that was not what held me up. A bystanders' court was convened at once,
and I dum near got co-opted as a juror. Only way I could get out of it was to
admit that I was a witness-thought it would save me time. No such luck, and the
trial took almost half an hour."
"They hanged him?" asked Justin.
"No. The verdict was 'homicide in the public interest' and they turned her
loose and I came on home. Not quite soon enough. Lazarus, damn him, had got at
Richard, and made him unhappy and ruined my plans, so I made Lazarus unhappy. As
you know
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