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"That's right. An adventure." Trapspringer's eyes
glanced about the room. "Do you like being a doctor?"
Phineas noticed for the first time that the kenderkarter
had cleared away what was left on the shelves in the
waiting room. "I did." Suddenly he remembered Denzil.
"I'm ready to go," he said, walking toward the dim exam-
ination room. "I just have to release one last patient, then
collect my pack." He stepped into the back room and
looked at the chair.
Denzil was gone.
Where could he have got to? Phineas wondered. There
was no back door, only a small window, like the one in
the candlemaker's shop. He listened for any noise above
in his rooms, but there was no sound through the thin
wooden floor. Denzil must have slipped out the window,
the human decided at last, though he could not under-
stand why. The steel pieces still lay where Phineas had set
them, next to his satchel. The man's disappearance was
easily as odd as his appearance, and that was odd indeed.
Shrugging, Phineas pocketed the steel pieces and took
the leather handles of the satchel. He frowned suddenly,
seeing his half of the Kendermore map sticking out the
top of the bag. I must have pulled it up when I took out
the bottle for Denzil, he concluding, placing the map in
his vest for safe keeping.
Closing the shutters in the examination room, he led
Trapspringer out the front door, made sure the "closed"
sign faced the street, then set off toward the northeast
corner of Kendermore with the elder kender, in search of
Damaris Metwinger
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