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"
Nothing
.
There
’
s
nothing
the
matter
.
Garrett
sent
a
robot
to
us
.
Well
,
we
sent
one
back
.
Unless
he
checks
closely
,
he
won
’
t
notice
the
switch
.
"
"
Of
course
!
"
"
Next
time
he
’
ll
come
himself
.
Now
that
he
thinks
it
’
s
safe
.
Why
,
he
might
be
at
the
door
any
minute
,
in
person
!
More
wine
,
Pikes
!
"
The
great
bell
rang
.
"
There
he
is
now
,
I
’
ll
bet
you
.
Go
let
Mr
.
Garrett
in
.
"
Rapunzel
let
down
her
golden
hair
.
"
Mr
.
Stendahl
?
"
"
Mr
.
Garrett
.
The
real
Mr
.
Garrett
?
"
"
The
same
.
"
Garrett
eyed
the
dank
walls
and
the
whirling
people
.
"
I
thought
I
’
d
better
come
see
for
myself
.
You
can
’
t
depend
on
robots
.
Other
people
’
s
robots
,
especially
.
I
also
took
the
precaution
of
summoning
the
Dismantlers
.
They
’
ll
be
here
in
one
hour
to
knock
the
props
out
from
under
this
horrible
place
.
"
Stendahl
bowed
.
"
Thanks
for
telling
me
.
"
He
waved
his
hand
.
"
In
the
meantime
,
you
might
as
well
enjoy
this
.
A
little
wine
?
"
