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Instead the smouldering has burst into flame, into an uncontrolled forest fire. It was a celluloid advertising pin, in plain yellow; printed on it in black, almost covering it, was a simple 6+, the trademark of Moka-Coka's only serious rival. I suppose not. Libby seemed undisturbed by the theft.

Everybody had been listening, of course-they had to; there was just the one radio circuit. The fig crop might fail. I should have introduced myself. By now somebody will be reporting it to the tower.