By Ron Goulart
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I'm merely giving you what my old General Semantics teacher Mr. Phelps used to call a word to the wise. " Conger said, "What can you find out about an agent named Krist. That's Krist with a K. " "The United States. " Geer left his desk and his phone swerved to follow him. " The boss stopped in front of a compact computer mounted on an airstand. " "Ask Tiefenbacher. The day he took over he sent some yoohoo interior decorator to redo all the offices. " Leaning, Geer murmured something to the pink computer.
Yes, grumpy, you get two authentic romantic real tallow candles to go on the table when you order the Intimate Dinner For 2. They come out of a slot in the dining room," explained the slowly retreating man. " The Gypsy shook his head and his golden earrings tingled. " He let himself out. Conger rocked gently in the hammock sofa, watching the black Rio night and then the door of Angelica's bedroom. After a few moments more the lovely dark girl reappeared, wearing a fresh short-skirted evening dress.
Couldn't trust . . me . " Now there was a pause between each breath in and each breath out "I know . . I know where the Chinaman is going . . I know . " "They . . they don't know I know . . I wasn't there . . when they talked . . but . . but they told the Indian . . they . " The pause after the last breath out grew longer and longer. The girl sank into herself as her life faded out. Conger stepped up and back. The detatched handle of a heavy vacuum came swishing down to crack against the side of his head.