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monitored for unusual odors.”
“The neighbor who sent in the report was bogus.”
“Yes.”
“If it means anything,” I said, “I think his death was of natural causes. A heart attack or stroke, perhaps. He fell and hit the table.”
“A sound was detected that might sup-port that theory,” Magarian said, “but it was not sufficient to warrant an investigation.”
“Where can I find more information?”
They told me.
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The office building was as grey as the moon, and about as sterile. A small wing of the many-branched Administration building, itself shuttered and long empty. A plain pad-lock held the gate shut outside the front door. I tried to pick it, but lost patience and blew the lock off with a single shot. That would attract attention, I knew, but my temper was
