Стража! Стража!

           BrotherFingersputhisshouldertoit,forcedhiswaythrough,gaveBrotherDoorkeeperadirtylook,andhurriedwithin. 

           TheotherswerewaitingforhimintheInnerSanctum,standingaroundwiththesheepishairofpeoplenotnormallyaccustomedtowearingsinisterhoodedblackrobes.TheSupremeGrandMasternoddedathim. 

           "BrotherFingers,isn’tit?" 

           "Yes,SupremeGrandMaster." 

           "Doyouhavethatwhichyouweresenttoget?" 

           BrotherFingerspulledapackagefromunderhisrobe. 

           "JustwhereIsaiditwouldbe,"hesaid."Noproblem." 

           "Welldone,BrotherFingers." 

           "Thankyou,SupremeGrandMaster." 

           TheSupremeGrandMasterrappedhisgavelforattention. Theroomshuffledintosomesortofcircle. 

           "IcalltheUniqueandSupremeLodgeoftheElucidatedBrethrentoorder,"heintoned."IstheDoorofKnowledgesealedfastagainsthereticsandknowlessmen?" 

           "Stucksolid,"saidBrotherDoorkeeper."It’sthedamp.I’llbringmyplaneinnextweek,soonhaveit-" 

           "Allright,allright,"saidtheSupremeGrandMastertestily.