long d‟you we can stay out of Gouffre Martel with Foyle running around with that “How tattooed face?” are you so angry about?” “What not I‟m explaining.” “I‟m be happy in the zoo,” Baker said persuasively. he‟d be under cover there. I‟d put him in “He‟d “And the room next to the cyclops girl—” zoo is out. That‟s definite.” “The right, dear. But why are you worried about Foyle being recaptured? It won‟t have anything to “All do with you.” should you about me worrying? I‟m asking you to do a job. I‟m paying for the job.” “Why be expensive, dear, and I‟m fond of you. I‟m trying to save you money.” “It‟ll you‟re not.” “No I‟m curious.” “Then let‟s say I‟m grateful. He helped me; now I‟m helping him.” “Then Baker smiled cynically. let‟s help him by giving him a brand new face.” “Then “No.” thought so. You want his face cleaned up because you‟re interested in his face.” “I you, will you do the job or not?” “Damn cost five thousand.” “It‟ll that down.” “Break thousand to synthesize the acid. thousand for the surgery. And one thousand for—” “A curiosity?” “Your dear.” smiled again. thousand for the anesthetist.” “No, “A anesthesia?” “Why Baker reopened the ancient text. looks like a painful operation. You know how they tattoo? They “It take a needle, dip it in dye, and hammer it into the skin. To bleach that dye out I‟ll have to go over his face with a needle, pore by pore, and hammer in the indigotin disulphonic. It‟ll hurt.”
“How long d‟you we can stay out of Gouffre Martel with Foyle running around with that tattooed face?” “What are you so angry about?” “I‟m not I‟m explaining.” “He‟d be happy in the zoo,” Baker said persuasively. “And he‟d be under cover there. I‟d put him in the room next to the cyclops girl—” “The zoo is out. That‟s definite.” “All right, dear. But why are you worried about Foyle being recaptured? It won‟t have anything to do with you.” “Why should you about me worrying? I‟m asking you to do a job. I‟m paying for the job.” “It‟ll be expensive, dear, and I‟m fond of you. I‟m trying to save you money.” “No you‟re not.” “Then I‟m curious.” “Then let‟s say I‟m grateful. He helped me; now I‟m helping him.” Baker smiled cynically. “Then let‟s help him by giving him a brand new face.” “No.” “I thought so. You want his face cleaned up because you‟re interested in his face.” “Damn you, will you do the job or not?” “It‟ll cost five thousand.” “Break that down.” “A thousand to synthesize the acid. thousand for the surgery. And one thousand for—” “Your curiosity?” “No, dear.” smiled again. “A thousand for the anesthetist.” “Why anesthesia?” Baker reopened the ancient text. “It looks like a painful operation. You know how they tattoo? They take a needle, dip it in dye, and hammer it into the skin. To bleach that dye out I‟ll have to go over his face with a needle, pore by pore, and hammer in the indigotin disulphonic. It‟ll hurt.”
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