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The thin sator, Mr Pitt My name is Casio, Sal Casio"

"Your security systelars and juvenile vandals"

"That mean I flunked the test?"

"Not entirely I'd grade you a C-plus"

Pitt moved very slowly to an antique oak icebox he'd rebuilt into a liquor cabinet and eased open the door "Would you like a drink, Mr Casio?"

"A shot of jack Daniel's on ice, thanks"

"A lucky guess I happen to have a bottle"

"I peeked," said Casio "Oh, and by the way, I took the liberty of reun"

"Gun?" Pitt asked innocently

"The 32-caliber Mauser autoallon bottle of gin"

Pitt gave Casio a long look indeed "How long did it take?"

"To make a search?"

Pitt nodded silently as he opened the refrigerator door for the ice

"About forty-five minutes"

"And you found the other two guns I squirreled away"