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“Your Honor,” whined Strangways, “five hundred!” ONE THOUSAND DOLLARS BAIL. It was pretty, but not that pretty. Depart, I say, and be thou willing and ready to come, whensoever duly exorcised and conjured by theSacred Rites of Magic. She sighed and unfurled her fan with a practiced movement.

I looked at the note. The glow seemed unnaturally bright. How bloody literary! Sonofabitch, I love you, N’Yawk. Seligman threaded his way through the wreckage and crumpled metalwork of what had been atowering, shining structure of paned glass and steel and pre-stressed concrete.