Naydite Nimruda, let it finish, then that beginnings.

Est' a little, but if my assumptions are accurate, then surmounted.
Sart of villages into the armchair put on the helmet of deputy. It made this without the special enthusiasm, no one knows that electronics of noninitiated planet will throw out. But another method to verify its guesses

not it was.
Spekin appeared almost immediately. It appeared badly, fur lost luster and in the eyes was wearied deep melancholy. Sart noted about himself that the virtual means reflects the real state of prisoner. Probably,

spekin could change means on any another, but it did not begin this to make.
Zdravstvuyte, Mr. Sart.
it Privet, badly you appear.
Eto is not important.
Eto you did open doors?
Da.
Ty you do know that to me it is necessary?
Ob this is not difficult to surmise. The copy of data from the "black box" is copied to the card. Can take in the depository. It is opened.
Ty you do not ask why?
Mne nevertheless.
Mogu 4 for you anything to make?
Plennik for long kept silent. Hologram remained fixed. Sart thought that the period of communication was finished, but small figurine again stirred.
you
K to that time planet will spread into the shreds.
it Net... It is more precise, so it is not rapid. This it will not occur, until its brain not is destroyed. Still there is time when process did not become irreversible.
it Znachit to planet thus far nothing it does threaten? And we can wait for spasateley? Sart perceived enormous lightening.
it Net. 4 I cannot avoid the natural calamities. Only a little to weaken, but entirely barely. This will hardly help people on the planet.
to Est' safe place?
Poprobuyte to leave into the mountains. But volcanic eruptions are there possible. I copied to you into the communicator route. This all that I can for you make.
Na to planet is ships?
Tol'ko the fleet of inquisition in orbit. Planetary boat stands on the tenth sluice.
Okhrana?
to Devyatnadtsat' inquisitors.
Serykh?

pantie video real

business is done. For long wandered the Ivanuwka- fool (I please to hence consider this strange name my pseudonym in the virtual reality) on the light, yes suddenly it came across to the cottage, that it stood on the

hen legs. Moreover to it backwards, and to the scaffolding dense by front. Being correct views, commanded Ivanushka: Turn- kA now to me by front, and to the scaffolding backwards. Cottage obeyed. Fool goes and

it sees: lie on the stove woman, concretely 4ga- bone foot, nose into the ceiling grew, priest zhilenaya (4 completely I do not attempt to insult old lady, but I only describe the degree of monstrofikatsii of this object).

Believe them.

He poured more of the brandy we had progressed to after dinner. Anesthesia was coming along nicely.
I'm almost beginning to believe, he said, that somehow or other I'll still be here next year, even if I do have to sell Sandcastle and whatever else is necessary.
I drank from my replenished glass. Tomorrow we'll make a plan contingent upon Sandcastle's being reinstated in the eyes of the world. Look at the figures, see what the final damage is likely to be, draw up a time scale for recovery. I can't promise because it isn't my final say-so, but if the bank gets all its money in the end, it'll most likely be flexible about when.
Good of you, Oliver said, hiding emotion behind his clipped martial manner.
Frankly, I said, you're more use to us salvaged than bust.
He smiled wryly. A banker to the last drop of blood.
Because of stairs' being difficult I slept on the sofa where Ginnie had dozed on her last afternoon, and I dreamed of her walking up a path towards me looking happy. Not a significant dream, but an awakening of fresh regret. I spent a good deal of the following day thinking of her instead of concentrating on profit and loss.
In the evening Ursula telephoned with triumph in her strong voice and also a continual undercurrent of amazement.
You won't believe it, she said, but I've already found three racing stables in Newmarket where he worked last sum¬mer and autumn, and in every case one of the horses in the yard fell sick!
I hadn't any trouble at all with belief and asked what sort of sickness.
They all had crystalluria. That's crystals . . .
I know what it is, I said.
And . . . it's absolutely incredible . . . but all three were in stables that had in the past sent horses to Calder Jackson, and these were sent as well, and he cured them straightaway. Two of the trainers said they would swear by Calder, he had cured horses for them for years.
Was the lad called Shane? I asked.
No. Bret. Bret Williams. The same in all three places.
She dictated the addresses of the stables, the names of the trainers, and the dates (approximate) when Shane-Jason-Bret had been in their yards.
These lads just come and go, she said. He didn't work for any of them for as long as a month. Just didn't turn up one morning. It happens all the time.
You're marvelous, I said.
I have a feeling, she said with less excitement, that what I'm telling you is what you expected to hear.
Hoped.
The implications are unbelievable.

But Colder

, she protested. He couldn't. . .
Shane worked for Calder, I said. All the time. Perma¬nently. Wherever he went, it was to manufacture patients for Calder.
She was silent so long that in the end I said, Ursula?
I'm here, she said. Do you want me to go on with the photos?
Yes, if you would. To find him.
Hanging's too good for him, she said grimly. I'll do what I can.
She disconnected, and I told Oliver what she'd said.
Bret Williams? He was Shane Williams here.
How did you come to employ him? I asked.
Oliver frowned, looking back. Good lads aren't that easy to find, you know. You can advertise until you're blue in the face and only get third- or fourth-rate applicants. But Nigel said Shane impressed him at the interview and that we should give him a month's trial, and of course after that we kept him on, and took him back gladly this year when he telephoned asking, because he was quick and competent and knew the job back¬wards, and was polite and a good time-keeper. . .
A paragon, I said dryly.
As lads go, yes.
I nodded. He would have to have been good; to have taken pride in his deception, with the devotion of all traitors. I consid¬ered those fancy names and thought that he must have seen himself as a sort of macho hero, the great foreign agent playing out his fantasies in the day-to-day tasks, feeling superior to his employers while he tricked them with contempt.
He could have filled the hollowed cores of apples with cap¬sules, and taken a bite or two round the outside to convince, and fed what looked like remainders to his victims. No one would ever have suspected, because suspicion was impossible.
I slept again on the sofa and the following morning Oliver telephoned Detective Chief Inspector Wyfold and asked him to come to the farm. Wyfold needed persuading; reluctantly agreed; and nearly walked out in a U turn when he saw me waiting in Oliver's office.