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The Nazarene Foreskin
“I will ask Marcos at once!” The chef called over an assistant and
engaged him in a rapid Tagalog dialogue. Then he turned to Hans.
“He wishes you to know that of course he strained the oil and
discarded any bits of foreign matter.”
“Where?” shouted Mauve and Sir Aldershot in unison.
The chef frowned. “In the garbage, of course.” He pointed toward
the scullery.
The offshore biotech entrepreneur and the erstwhile phony art
historian ran toward the small room from which issued steam and the
clatter of flatware. Hans Messer looked at Scoop.
“I think you and I should go down to the bar.” He rubbed his well-
shaven chin. “You owe me an explanation.”
“An excellent idea,” said Scoop. “For the price of a drink I will
happily recount how the greatest story ever told just went down the
drain.”
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