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"Market?"askedRichard.
"TheFloatingMarket.Butyoudon’twanttoknowaboutthat.Nomorequestions."
Richardlookedaround."Well,Iwasgoingtoaskyouwherewearenow.ButIsupposeyouweregoingtorefusetotellme."
Themarquisgrinnedoncemore."Verygood,"hesaid,approvingly."Youareinenoughtroublealready."
"Youcansaythatagain,"sighedRichard."Myfiancee’sdumpedme,andI’llprobablyhavetogetanewtelephone—"
"TempleandArch.Atelephoneistheleastofyourtroubles."DeCarabasputtheflaredownontheground,restingitagainstthewall,whereitcontinuedtosputterandflame,andhebegantoclimbupsomemetalrungssetintothewall.Richardhesitated,andthenfollowedhim.Therungswerecoldandrusted;hecouldfeelthemcrumblingroughlyagainsthishandsasheclimbed,fragmentsofrustgettinginhiseyesandmouth.Thescarletlightfrombelowwasflickering,andthenitwentout.Theyclimbedintotaldarkness.
"So,arewegoingbacktoDoor?"Richardasked.
"Eventually.There’salittlesomethingIneedtoorganizefirst.Insurance.Andwhenwegetintodaylight,don’tlookdown."
"Whynot?"askedRichard.Andthendaylighthithisface,andhelookeddown.
