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. How did he hide all
that in there? Phineas wondered.
Trapspringer was leafing through the maps. "Ends-
cape, Estwilde, Flotsam, Garnet, Lemish -- how'd that
get in here? It's out of order. Fascinating city, though;
have you been there? It's very near Garnet -- Kalaman,
Kenderhome, Library of Palanthas -- a wonderful
place if you're looking for a good book, but they're a
little strict about returning them -- Mithas." He looked
up from the maps. "We've passed the Ks and no Ken-
dermore." He shrugged and moved to put the maps
back in his cape.
Desperate, Phineas reached into the cape and
snatched the maps away, adding a hasty, "May I?"
Faster and faster, he flipped through the sheets. But
none of them seemed to fit with his part of the map.
"I tell you what," Trapspringer proposed. "If I ever
find it, I'll be sure to let you know. In the meantime,
take any one of these. My personal favorite is this one
here --" he said, randomly pulling a map out by its cor-
ner.
"I only want the one of Kendermore, and you know
it!" Phineas growled in frustration. He was tired of
this cat-and-mouse game. What did Trapspringer
want from him? "What do you want from me? Money?
A share? Name it! Just stop toying with me!"
Trapspringer stepped back, startled. "I don't want
anything from you. You want something from me, re-
member? You aren't thinking very well, are you? It
must have something to do with that ridiculously
small hat you're wearing. You really should switch
haberdashers. Wearing a hat that's too tight squeezes
all the air out of your brain
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