You can give me a line on a man who would have been on the force around 1957. ' 'Hold the line a moment Mr Norman. ' A pause then a new voice. 'I'm Sergeant Morton Livingston.

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Dancing in front of people still forcing them to breathe his incense. 'Without him half of you would be dead. The rest would be slaves in Cadwal. ' He had chosen a pretty young woman to receive this utterance. 'If you are dead from the waist up and the lower half remains alive'-he grinned savagely-'you will still be of service. ' The woman looked pale enough to faint. Instead of collapsing however she tittered nervously behind her hand. At once the Adept stopped. He peered at her in astonishment and indignation; with his free hand he scratched one of the bald patches on his skull. Then he snorted 'Bollocks!' and tossed the censer away over his shoulder. It cracked open when it hit the floor and a block of incense fell on to the thick carpet. In a scalding tone he snapped 'Do not trouble to say anything more my lady. I can see that I am wasting my time. ' Abruptly he turned from her and stalked towards the place where he had made his entrance. 'Do you hear me.
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