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Leto
studied
the
old
man
and
,
presently
,
said
:
“
You
’
ve
been
holding
something
back
,
old
friend
.
I
should
’
ve
suspected
when
you
were
so
nervous
during
Staff
.
What
is
it
that
was
too
hot
to
dump
in
front
of
the
full
conference
?
”
Hawat
’
s
sapho
-
stained
lips
were
pulled
into
a
prim
,
straight
line
with
tiny
wrinkles
radiating
into
them
.
They
maintained
their
wrinkled
stiffness
as
he
said
:
“
My
Lord
,
I
don
’
t
quite
know
how
to
broach
this
.
”
“
We
’
ve
suffered
many
a
scar
for
each
other
,
Thufir
,
”
the
Duke
said
.
“
You
know
you
can
broach
any
subject
with
me
.
”
Hawat
continued
to
stare
at
him
,
thinking
:
This
is
how
I
like
him
best
.
This
is
the
man
of
honor
who
deserves
every
bit
of
my
loyalty
and
service
.
Why
must
I
hurt
him
?
“
Well
?
”
Leto
demanded
.
Hawat
shrugged
.
“
It
’
s
a
scrap
of
a
note
.
We
took
it
from
a
Harkonnen
courier
.
The
note
was
intended
for
an
agent
named
Pardee
.
We
’
ve
good
reason
to
believe
Pardee
was
top
man
in
the
Harkonnen
underground
here
.
The
note
—
it
’
s
a
thing
that
could
have
great
consequence
or
no
consequence
.
It
’
s
susceptible
to
various
interpretations
.
”
“
What
’
s
the
delicate
content
of
this
note
?
”
