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"
I
don
’
t
trust
statistics
,
"
said
Mr
.
Vandemar
’
s
blank
voice
.
A
gloved
hand
reached
down
from
behind
Varney
,
crushed
his
sword
,
and
dropped
the
twisted
thing
to
the
floor
.
"
How
are
you
,
Varney
?
"
asked
Mr
.
Croup
.
"
Well
,
we
trust
?
Yes
?
In
fine
form
,
fetlock
and
fettle
for
the
market
tonight
?
Do
you
know
who
we
are
?
"
Varney
did
the
nearest
thing
he
could
to
a
nod
that
didn
’
t
actually
involve
moving
any
muscles
.
He
knew
who
Croup
and
Vandemar
were
.
His
eyes
were
searching
the
walls
.
Yes
,
there
:
the
morning
-
star
:
a
spiked
wooden
ball
,
studded
with
nails
,
on
a
chain
,
in
the
far
corner
of
the
room
.
.
.
"
There
is
talk
that
a
certain
young
lady
will
be
auditioning
bodyguards
this
evening
.
Had
you
thought
of
trying
out
for
the
task
?
"
Mr
.
Croup
picked
at
his
tombstone
teeth
.
"
Enunciate
clearly
.
"
Varney
picked
up
the
morning
-
star
with
his
mind
.
It
was
his
Knack
.
Gentle
,
now
.
.
.
slowly
.
.
.
He
edged
it
off
the
hook
and
pulled
it
up
toward
the
top
of
the
tunnel
arch
.
.
.
With
his
mouth
,
he
said
,
"
Varney
’
s
the
best
bravo
and
guard
in
the
Underside
.
They
say
I
’
m
the
best
since
Hunter
’
s
day
.
"
Varney
mentally
positioned
the
morning
-
star
in
the
shadows
above
and
behind
Mr
.
Croup
’
s
head
.
He
would
crush
Croup
’
s
skull
first
,
then
he
’
d
take
Vandemar
.
.
.
The
morning
-
star
plunged
toward
Mr
.
Croup
’
s
head
:
Varney
flung
himself
down
,
away
from
the
knife
-
blade
at
his
eye
.
Mr
.
Croup
did
not
look
up
.
He
did
not
turn
.
He
simply
moved
his
head
,
obscenely
fast
,
and
the
morning
-
star
crashed
past
him
,
into
the
floor
,
where
it
threw
up
chips
of
brick
and
concrete
.
Mr
.
Vandemar
picked
Varney
up
with
one
hand
.
"
Hurt
him
?
"
he
asked
his
partner
.
Mr
.
Croup
shook
his
head
:
not
yet
.
To
Varney
,
he
said
,
"
Not
bad
.
So
,
‘
best
bravo
and
guard
,
’
we
want
you
to
get
yourself
to
the
market
tonight
.
We
want
you
to
do
whatever
you
have
to
,
to
become
that
certain
young
lady
’
s
personal
bodyguard
.
Then
,
when
you
get
the
job
,
one
thing
you
don
’
t
forget
.
You
may
guard
her
from
the
rest
of
the
world
,
but
when
we
want
her
,
we
take
her
.
Got
it
?
"
Varney
ran
his
tongue
over
the
wreck
of
his
teeth
.
"
Are
you
bribing
me
?
"
he
asked
.
Mr
.
Vandemar
had
picked
up
the
morning
-
star
.
He
was
pulling
the
chain
apart
,
with
his
free
hand
,
link
by
link
,
and
dropping
the
bits
of
twisted
metal
onto
the
floor
.
Chink
.
"
No
,
"
said
Mr
.
Vandemar
.
Chink
.
"
We
’
re
intimidating
you
.
"
Chink
.
"
And
if
you
don
’
t
do
what
Mister
Croup
says
,
we
’
re
.
.
.
"
chink
"
.
.
.
hurting
you
.
.
.
"
chink
"
.
.
.
very
badly
,
before
we
’
re
.
.
.
"
chink
"
.
.
.
killing
you
.
"
