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Maxwell shook his head. "Charges dismissed; they didn't have anything to
charge me with in the first place. But they haven't let me out yet."

"You're wearing your guns."

"Yes, but they still have me penned up here at the Executive Palace;
they're practically keeping me in the safe. I wish our people on
Koshchei hadn't mentioned me in their ultimatum; Jake Vyckhoven's afraid
to let me run around loose for fear some lunatic shoots me and starts
the planetbusters coming in. Jake did one good thing, though. He ordered
the Stock Exchange closed, and declared a five-day bank holiday. By that
time, you ought to have Merlin opened and working, and then the
market'll be safe."

Conn simply replied, "I hope so." There was no telling what kind of taps
there might be on the screen his father was using; he couldn't risk
telling him about Shanlee, or about the last computation which Merlin