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one might ask the casualest acquaintance, and when I described my encounter with Bray at the Grateway Exit and my perplexing Assignment, his mild comment was that my watch-chain had possibly short-circuited WESCAC's Assignment-Printer, for better or worse. Or possibly not.
"You sound as if you don't care!" I cried. Formerly he might have shrugged, or scolded me; now he said serenely:
"My boy, remember who I am, and why I'm here."
"You didn't do anything!" I said. "You're here because Stoker or somebody is out to get you!"
Max shook his head. Stoker was beyond doubt a flunkèd man, he said, and a flunking influence on everyone about him, myself included; yet his flunkèdness was necessary, for like the legendary Dunce he revealed to those with eyes to see the failings of their own minds and hearts -- an invaluable if fatal lesson.
"You didn't kill Herman Hermann!"
But he nodded,"Ja, I did, George. In the woods that night by Founder's Hill. It was his motorcycle Croaker found."