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. Otherwise you could be tempted to stop work and leave your monastic
seclusion in order to find an item you must have-and that way lies bankruptcy.
Gwen laid out a buffet of her supplies and mine-ours, I should say-and we
ate while discussing our next move... for move we must. I told her that I
intended to call dear Mr. Middlegaff as soon as we finished lunch.
She looked thoughtful. "I had better pack first."
"If you wish. But why?"
"Richard, we have leprosy; that's evident. I think it must be connected
with the killing of Schultz. But we don't know. Whatever the cause, when we
stick our heads outside, I had better have my things ready just as yours are; we
may not get back in." She nodded at her terminal, still shining with the
message: ALL SERVICES SUSPENDED. "Putting that terminal back into service would
be more than a matter of wheedling a few solenoids, since the computer itself is
elsewhere. So we can't beard Mr. Middlegaff from this compartment. Therefore we
must do everything we need to do here before we go out that door."
"While you pack, I can duck out to call him."
"Over my dead body!"
"Huh? Gwen, be reasonable."
"Reasonable I emphatically am. Richard Colin, you are my brand-new
bridegroom; I intend to get years and years of wear out of you. While this
trouble is going on, I am not letting you out of my sight
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