Drayco was early to his morning appointment with Onweller, but there were no signs of Sarg. Knowing how Onweller valued punctuality, Drayco headed on in. He’d just taken his seat when Sarg opened the door and explained his delay with one word, “Traffic,” then laid a report on Onweller’s desk and sank in the chair next to Drayco.
“All right then,” Onweller was suddenly all business. “What’s this new music puzzle that came to you, Drayco?” Upon being handed the letter, he adjusted his glasses on his nose and took a hard look. “You compared it to the other one?”
“Very similar, down to the paper, printer, evenness and darkness of the toner.” Drayco explained what he thought it meant, both translated and musically.
“Adds a new wrinkle to the proceedings. I’d decided we wouldn’t need your ser
