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"Luke knew," she replied. "It makes sense now, doesn't it? Some of
those little remarks he made? He planned the challenge all along."
"I guess so," I said.
"He's gambling on something. I wish I knew what."
"I can't help you on that," I answered. "He didn't say anything to me
about it."
"But you will be the one with whom he will get in touch, eventually,"
she said. "I want to know immediately when you hear from him."
"All right," I agreed.
She released my hand.
"It would seem there is nothing more to say, for the moment. "
"Well," I began, "there is another matter I think you ought to know
about."
"Oh?"
"It concerns Coral's not being present at dinner this evening."
"Go on," she said.
"You are aware that we took a long walk about town today?"
"I am," she said.
"We wound up below," I continued, "in the chamber of the Pattern. She'd
expressed a desire to see it."
"Many visitors do. It is pretty much a matter of judgment whether to
take them. Often they lose interest, though, when they learn about the
stairway."
"I did tell her about it," I said, "but it didn't discourage her. When
she got there, she set foot upon the Pattern-"
"No!" she cried. "You should have watched her more closely! All that
other trouble with Begma . . . and now this! Where is her body?"
"Good question," I responded
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