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. A hundred meters ahead of us-
Does that booth on the right have the
yellow sign? Why are so few public booths equipped to receive coins?"
"Because Big Brother likes to know who is calling whom ... and with the
credit code method we are practically begging him to share our secrets. Yes,
that one does have the sign. Let's pool our coins."
The Reverend Doctor Hendrik Hudson Schultz answered his terminal promptly.
His Santa Claus visage peered at me, sizing me up, counting the money in my
wallet.
"Father Schultz?"
"In the flesh. How can I serve you, sir?"
Instead of answering, I took out a thousand-crown note, held it in front of
my face. Dr. Schultz looked at it, raised his bristling brows. "You interest me,
sir."
I tapped my ear while glancing left and right, then I signed all three of
the three little monkeys. He answered, "Why, yes, I was about to go out for a
cup of coffee. Will you join me? One moment-"
Shortly he held up a sheet of paper on which he had printed in large block
letters: OLD MACDONALD'S FARM
"Can you meet me at Sans Souci Bargrill? That's on Petticoat Lane right
across from my studio. About ten minutes, perhaps?" All the while he was
talking, he was jabbing a finger at the sign he was showing me.
I answered, "Righto!" and switched off.
I was not in the habit of going to farm country, since full gravity is not
kind to my bad leg and farms have to be at full gravity
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