However, for a reasonable fee, I shall be glad to
locate the arrows."
"The arrows? How did you know? Well, yes, the arrows must be
found. The world is approaching a level of desperation never
seen before."
"Great! Then my price shall be adjusted accordingly. Now, where
were they last seen? In whose hands? What was the intended
disposition by that person?"
"Come, boy, just the facts. Don't waste my time.
Though taken aback, Demo quickly supplied the information.
"We must act quickly! The game, to plagiarize, is afoot. Hand
me my cape, my cap, and yonder cane. Been at this too many
years, you know. Eh, my pipe, also, if you please."
"But . . . , eh, where are we going?"
"Don't be dense, lad. Where else - we're going to collect those
arrows. I don't charge by the hour, I charge by the case. So I
don't care to waste time. Come along, now, Wat . . . - Beg your
pardon, come along now, Demo."
Demo came along.
TGD had dealings with the postal system before. His
interrogation of the Postmaster was cruel. Without hesitation he
attacked when any sign of deviousness, confusion, or simple lack
of clarity surfaced.
"My dear sir, you're talking pure balderdash! Come, come, to
the point, man. Who was the last man known unequivocally to
have had possession of those arrows? None of this 'It seems
like,' or 'I think it was,' or any of that tomfoolishness. Who
do you recall with certainty last had the arrows!"
TGD augured in on the key contact, step by step.
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