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right enough in a lot of ways, but they made a b

oughly, and they had built the equipment to take care of it. Their mistake

l, where every kind of electronic and sub-electronic device can be bought, ordered, or designed to order. There is even an old antique shop, known as Ye Quainte Olde Elecktronicks Shoppe,

te of rooms on the fiftieth floor of the half-mile-high Timmins Building, overlooking the two-hundred-year-old Go

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dn't work too late, but, on this particular afternoon, he'd been in his office until after six o'clock, working on some pape

ot a specialist, like the proprietor of Ye Quainte Olde Elecktronicks Shoppe, Harry did carry equipment of every vintage and every make. If you wanted something that hadn't been manufactured in decades, and perhaps never made in quant

He solemnly declared that he had never been west of the Hudson River nor north of 181st Street in the more than fifty years he had been in the country. He had a mind

. Aye, I got one. Picked it up a couple

n he'd scramble up the ladder, pull out a bin, fumble around in it, and come out with the article in question. He'd blow the dust off it

you and say: "What d'ye want it for?" And if you could tell him what you planned to do with the piece you

back here, there was power coursing through the ionic veins and metallic nerves of the half-living machines. Things were labeled in neat, accurate script-not for Old Harry's benefit, but for the edification of his customers, so they wouldn't put their fingers in the wrong places. He never had to worry about

into Harry MacDougal's place unless he was pretty

en whom Harry would allow into the lab u

on him at the time of his baptism, which had made his father wince in anticipated com

ur years of age. Hair: golden yellow. Eyes: deep blue. Cash value of holdings: well into eight figu

hat to brush the raindrops from it. Farther uptown, the streets were covered wi

ow store, so Mike the Angel looked up at th

y?" h

e air. "You got here just in time. I'm

d, pressed the locking switch, a

voice. "Come on back. I hope ye broug

e towering tiers of bins as he answered. "S

to his coat pocket and triggered the switch of a small but fantastically powerful

trouble, and he knew it. And