Bob heaved a sigh. “A gorgeous woman like that, and here you are, down in your musty old lab, getting ready to do more ridiculous nonsense.” “Precisely,” I said. “Now, shut up and let’s get to work.” Bob grumbled something in Latin, but rattled a few times to shake the dust off of the skull. “Sure, what do I know? I’m just a pathetic little spirit, right?” “With a photographic memory, three or four hundred years’ worth of research experience, and more deduction capacity than a computer, Bob, yeah.” Bob almost seemed to smile. “Just for that, you get my best effort tonight, Harry. Maybe you’re
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