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"Don't think I haven't thought about that angle, Merle. Many a time
I've wondered whether he might have been involved in something as Corey that
he'd have felt obliged to follow through on once his business here was
finished. But he was a very secretive man, even in that incarnation.
Paradoxical, too. He'd done a lot of hitches in a lot of different varieties
of military, which seems logical
enough. But he sometimes wrote music, which goes against that hard-ass
image."
"He'd lived a long time. He'd learned a lot, felt lot."
"Exactly, and that's what makes it hard to guess why he might have been
involved in. Once or twice when he'd; had a few drinks he'd mention people
in the arts an sciences I'd never have guessed him to be acquainted with. He
was never just plain Carl Corey. He had a few centuries worth of Earth
memory when I knew him. That makes for a character too complex to be easily
predictable. I just don't know what he might have gone back to-if he went
back."
We continued on up the stairway. Why did I feel that Bill knew more
than he was telling me?
I heard music as we neared the dining room, and when we entered,
Llewella gave me a nasty look. I saw that food was being kept warm at a
serving table off against the far wall, and no one was seated yet. People
stood about talking, drinks in hand, and most of them glanced in our
direction as we entered
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