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. Yes, I implied that. Aren't you going
to do it?"
Mannie Davis looked at me, with no expression. Rufo stood up, said loudly,
"I've got to mosey along; Star has a chore for me. Thanks and thanks for the
last time. Jock. Nice meeting you. Colonel." He left quickly. Harshaw said
nothing.
I let out a deep breath. "Uncle, I might do it if Hazel insists. But I'm
going to try to talk her out of it. Nothing has been offered me that convinces
me that I am wrong about the two options I offered. Either of them is a more
sensible approach to recovering the programs and memories that embody Holmes IV
or Mike... and I am glad to stipulate that they should be recovered. But my
methods are more logical."
Harshaw said, "It is not a matter of logic. Colonel." "It's my neck.
Doctor. But in the long run I'll do what Hazel wishes... I think. It's just-"
"Just what, Dickie?"
"I hate to go into action with inadequate intelligence! Always have. Uncle,
for the past week or ten days-hard to figure it, the way I've bounced
around-I've been haunted by unexplained and, well, murderous nonsense. Is the
Overlord you talk about after me? Does the fact that I'm mixed up in this
account for the endless near misses? Or am I getting paranoid?"
"I don't know. Tell me about them." I started to do so. Shortly Harshaw
took out a pocket notebook, started taking notes. I tried to remember all of it:
Enrico Schultz and his weird remark about Tolliver and his mention of Walker
Evans
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