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Alightwaskindledandflickered."Still,"saidMr.Croup,hiseyesgleaminginthedarkbeneaththeearth,"shewon’tsurviveus."
Doorkneedhim,hard,inthegroin:andthenshepushedherselfforward,herrighthandholdingherleftshoulder.
Andsheran.
"Dick?"
Richardwavedawaytheinterruption.Lifewasalmostunderhiscontrol,now.Justalittlemoretime...
Garysaidhisnameagain."Dick?It’ssix-thirty."
"It’swhat?"PapersandpensandspreadsheetsandtrollsweretumbledintoRichard’sbriefcase.Hesnappeditshutandran.
Hepulledhiscoatonashewent.Garywasfollowing."Arewegoingtohavethatdrink,then?"
Richardpausedforamoment.Ifever,hedecided,theymadedisorganizationanOlympicsport,hecouldbedisorganizedforBritain."Gary,"hesaid,"I’msorry.Iblewit.IhavetoseeJessicatonight.We’retakingherbossouttodinner."
"MisterStockton?OfStocktons?TheStockton?"Richardnodded.Theyhurrieddownthestairs."I’msureyou’llhavefun,"saidGary,insincerely."AndhowistheCreaturefromtheBlackLagoon?"
