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 "I wouldn't like it at all," was Wilsnach's prompt retort.

"Well, you may as well get used to the idea," and this time Kestner spoke without smiling, "for my plans are made, and you're going to be planted right in the path of this most predaceous lady."

"Well, it's not work I care for, and that I'll say right now!"

Kestner got up from the table and looked a little wearily out across the Bay where the green lowlands of the Aviation Field were freckled with the tiny mushrooms of serried army tents.

"I've always said, Wilsnach, that there are times the Service takes us into dirty work. And I'm sorry if this has got to be one of them."