“Curious,” he said, “how these people rise, prosper, and then are found fraudulent, without discrediting the next generation of their kind. Eventually they are all caught between bases, and it begins all over again.”
But the red lamp interested him.
“Some night, sir,” he suggested, “you and I might go up there and try rubbing the thing; see if we can evoke the genii.…”
geniiAbout 8:30 tonight I took Jock and walked to Nylie’s farm, where the sheep had been killed. I found the field, and wandered idly in. To my surprise, a man with a shot-g*n rose from a fence corner and confronted me, and Jock’s hair rose as he prepared to spring.
“What do you want here?” he demanded, suspiciously.
“Go easy with that g*n,” I said. “My name’s Porter, and I’m out for a stroll. That’s all.”
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