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Murder on the Dirigible

MATTHEWS: Nothing. Listen, can I get Perkinson back in here to
navigate? He’s not great, but I need all the help I can get. Plus I owe
him an apology: I did accuse him of sabotage.

METCALF: Well, all right. But let me check him out a little more
first. There’s something fishy about that guy, you have to admit.

MATTHEWS: Whatever you say.

METCALF: (goes in cabin to Perkinson) Okay, buster. It’s your
turn: let’s see what you’ve got in your pockets.

PERKINSON: (nervously) Yes, sir. (takes out wallet, etc.) I want to
help you, sir. If you could promise to help me keep my job—

METCALF: No promises! Now let’s see what’s in here. Pictures of
your family, eh? Wait a cotton-pickin’ moment! I’ve seen this guy
before: why does he look so familiar?

PERKINSON: Oh, that is an old picture of Swami-ji, before he grew
his beard.

METCALF: Who? You mean that Swami character sitting up there?

PERKINSON: (reverently) Yes. I should ask him for a newer photo.
He really looks more spiritual now than he did two years ago.

METCALF: Well, I’ll be—you wait here, Perkinson, I’ll deal with you
later. (strides up to Vishnanda) Oh, Swami, could I consult with you
up front for a couple of minutes?

VISHNANDA: Why, certainly, Mr. Metcalf. I can sense a cloud of
uncertainty upon your brow. Perhaps I can assist you in clearing your
mind of unpleasant thoughts and impressions. (gets up and follows
Metcalf into cockpit)

METCALF: Please sit here, Swami. (Vishnanda sits) Don’t mind us,
Captain; we’re just going to have a little tête-à-tête up here in the
clouds of uncertainty. (manner changes abruptly) All right, Louie,
spill the beans: what kind of scam are you mixed up in now?

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