Harse said nothing.
Mooney licked his lips, glancing at the kit Harse carried under an arm, glancing around. No one was in sight.
Mooney coughed. "Uh. You're sure this is the place you mean?"
"If it is the Vale of Cashmere." Harse looked once more down the steps, then turned.
"No, wait!" said Mooney frantically. "I mean—well, where in the Vale of Cashmere is the Nexus Point? This is a big place!"
Harse's pale eyes stared at him for a moment. "No. Not big."
"Oh, fairly big. After all—"
Harse said positively: "Come."
Mooney swore under his breath and vowed never to trust anyone again, especially a bartender's brother; but just then it happened. Out of the snowy bushes stepped a man in a red bandanna, holding a g*n. "This is a stickup! Gimme that bag!"
Mooney exulted.
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