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just as he was getting out of the car. Janus was a little startled at the policeman’s
sudden appearance. "Oh," he nodded then grimaced. "I made good time until I ran into that," waving a hand at the cruising cars. Then remembering why he was here asked excitedly, "Did you find him?" "Yeah, come on. We have a few blocks to tread." They began to retrace Arete’s route from the hotel. Once across the boulevard, Janus looked back. "Not Disneyland, is it?" Arete shook his head. "It may be a right of passage. I wouldn’t know." He went on to fill Janus in on the Edward’s condition and where he was living. |
"Did you talk to him?" "No, and maybe I should have. He may be too deep in the sauce to make much sense by the time we get back there." "If he still has the collar, do you think he would give it up?" The question was asked with a hopeful inflection and a doubtful expression. "No, and I won’t take it from him. You’ll have to settle for second prize money, pin pointing it for the Egyptian." Over the distance of half a block, Janus thought about it. As much as he wanted to feel Khepri’s Collar in his own hands, and that desire was an ache in his gut, he could not picture himself stealing it from the old man. Even granting Edward had no more right to it then did his ancestor. And though not conscious of it, Arete’s refusal reassured him. The policeman could be |
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