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December 29, 2002
Nick glanced across the room at the museum security guard. ‘It probably doesn’t look good for us to be loitering around this display. We’d better be going. Sorry that these two turned out to be duds.’

‘It’s no problem. I’ll find another source of pseudoalumtitanium somewhere.’

‘What about him?’ Nick gestured at an adjuvant in another case. It was a late model, richly and intricately fashioned in copper and pewter. It stood next to a club armchair, holding out a glass of liqueur on a silver tray to an invisible master. ‘Did adjuvants have any pseudoalumtitanium in them at all?’