THE COSMIC COMPUTER

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He landed on the top of the Airlines Building and rode a lift down to
the office where Kurt Fawzi neglected the affairs of his shipline
agency, his brokerage business, and the city of Litchfield. The
afternoon habitués had begun to gather?Raymond Fitch, the used-vehicles
dealer, Lorenzo Menardes, Judge Ledue, Tom Brangwyn, Klem Zareff. Fawzi
was on the screen, talking to somebody with sandy hair and a suit that
didn't seem to be made of any sort of Federation Armed Forces material,
about warehouse facilities. The addresses they were mentioning were in
Storisende.

"No, Leo, I don't know when," Fawzi was saying, "but don't you worry.
You just have space for it, and we'll fill it up.[Pg 51] And don't ask
me what sort of stuff. You know what a salvage operation's like; you
just haul out the stuff as you come to it."

Tom Brangwyn, lounging in one of the deep chairs, looked up.