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Later on that day, when it was almost evening, and while Art was still copying receipts, Beech found him. “Art!” he exclaimed, “There you are! I have been looking all over for you. I never guessed that you would be working.”
Art put down his quill, rubbed his wrist and replied, dryly, “You forgot I was an apprentice?”
“No,” Beech said, “I just couldn’t believe you would make yourself available by coming here. We all thought you would take the day off!”
Art stood up, and started putting up the ledger and receipts. “I thought you all had run off here when the gun went off, so I naturally came looking for you, and the rest was six hours of copying.”
Beech gave a small chuckle and told Art, “This is what happened. Whenever the Count hears unexpected gunfire, he automatically transports
