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"The bigger guy ... September ... did him in," in-formed Colette du Kane. "Console lighting went
out, but I'm sure it was him. It sure wasn't y-" She checked herself. "I wonder where he came
from?"

Ethan thought back, recalled the ghostly, cursing apparition that had risen in the cabin behind
him just before he lost con-sciousness.

"I think I know who you mean. Seared me half out of the wits I had left ... his popping up in the
.middle of everything like that."

"It certainly was interesting," began du Kane. "I remember a time when-"

"Be quiet and eat your food, father," said Colette. Ethan looked more closely at the girl, who
looked like a pink Buddha in her survival suit. Who was chairman of what, here?

She returned her gaze to Ethan. It was a frank, open, uncompromising stare. Sizing him up. No no
... that was supposed to be his prerogative. He turned away and she must have sensed his
nervousness.

"You got the hardest knock of us all, I think, Mr. Fortune,тАЭ she said consolingly. Ethan knew she
was deliberately trying to make him feel better. But the knot at the back of his head con-ceded
the truth of her comment.

"He had a gun?" Ethan asked her. Her reply was coldly matter-of-fact.

"No, as a matter of fact, I think he broke his neck. Neat job."



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"Oh," said Ethan. "Look, I want to apologize for calling you f ... I mean, for what I said back
there."

"Skip it," she muttered softly. "I'm used to it." And that, he reflected, was the first obvious
untruth she'd uttered.

Du Kane seemed to sense the awkwardness. He cleared it away nicely. "You're wearing the dead.
chap's coat, I believe."

"Doesn't fit very well, does it?" Ethan murmured absently. He held up his arms. If he wasn't
careful he could lose the gloves. But his funny looks didn't bother hire. It was warm. Though not
as warm as Colette du Kane probably was. He glanced around.

"Where is this guy ... uh ...

"September. Skua September," supplied Williams.