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. I don't actually have to use a cane-I can even dance, as
you know-but using a cane keeps my bad leg from getting too tired.
When I came out of the gentlemen's lounge, I placed myself in the foyer,
and waited.
And waited.
Having waited long past what is reasonable I sought out the maitre d'h6tel.
'Tony, could you please have some female member of your staff check the ladies'
lounge for Mistress Novak? I think that it is possible that she may have become
ill, or be in some difficulty."
"Your guest. Dr. Ames?"
"Yes."
"But she left twenty minutes ago. I ushered her out myself."
"So? I must have misunderstood her. Thank you, and good night."
"Good night. Doctor. We look forward to serving you again."
I left Rainbow's End, stood for a moment in the public corridor outside
it-ring thirty, half-gravity level, just clockwise from radius two-seventy at
Petticoat Lane, a busy neighborhood even at one in the morning. I checked for
proctors waiting for me, halfway expecting to find Gwen already in custody.
Nothing of the son. A steady flow of people, mostly groundhogs on holiday
by their dress and behavior, plus pullers for grimp shops, guides and ganders,
pickpockets and priests. Golden Rule habitat is known systemwide as the place
where anything is for sale and Petticoat Lane helps to support that reputation
insofar as fleshpots are concerned
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