The Brass Bottle Page #4

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gone.

- That is news.

- Uh-hmm.

Mr. Fakrash,

there's someone

I want you to meet.

Gladly.

Gladly, if he be friend

of thine.

Now, don't misunderstand,

but you're a sick man.

I want you to come

downstairs with me.

There's a psychiatrist

in this building.

Ah, there is doubt in thy mind

that I am truly an Efreet

of the Green Jinn.

Not in the least. We'll

discuss it some other time.

I'm in a hurry now.

I have to meet my girl.

I'll drop you off on the way.

Doubt no longer,

oh best of mankind.

Behold.

Mr. Fakrash.

What sayest thou now?

It's hypnosis.

It's got to be.

Partake.

Figs from the Valley

of the Nile.

Dates from Samarkand.

Um...

you're a professional

magician, aren't you?

Yeah, I've seen an act like

yours in a night club.

A fellow made rabbits

appear and birds.

Even goldfish in a bowl. Huh?

Either that or I'm dreaming.

And was the client I sent

thee also a dream?

Client?

You sent Mr. Wackerbath?

Yeah, verily.

I and no other.

But he said he--

he said he saw my work.

He said he liked it.

Naturally...

I placed the thought

in his mind.

Ah, then he never saw

my drawings.

Thou art displeased.

Say no more.

I will undo the affair

and devise other means

of serving thee.

No.

I'm sure Mr. Wackerbath

will like my work.

This is the chance

I've been waiting for.

And I'm very grateful to you

for giving it to me.

It is naught,

oh young man of excellence,

to the services I shall

henceforth render thee.

Harold, I just called

Wackerbath's office

to check up on this.

Did he sound all right?

What did he say?

I wasn't able to get

through to him,

but his secretary verified it.

It's true.

Well, why wouldn't it be true?

I didn't know you even knew

Samuel Wackerbath.

I didn't, until today.

You mean he just dropped

in out of the blue?

In a manner of speaking, yes.

Expect me to believe that?

Don't you?

Ventimore, I took you in

when nobody else would have you.

Gave you a chance.

And all this time,

you've been working

behind my back.

Oh, no, sir, that's not true.

Then why didn't you send

Wackerbath in to me?

He didn't ask for you.

Oh, I suppose he asked for you.

Yes, he did.

But this doesn't mean

I'm leaving the firm.

It doesn't?

I'm going to lunch.

By the time I get back,

I want you out of this office

permanently.

Sometimes, I wish you'd--

Thy wish shall be fulfilled.

In another moment,

he shall depart this life.

What?

It is but a slight undertaking.

Undertaking?

What are you talking about?

Even as we speak,

the misbegotten dog

approacheth the precipice.

He shall descend

like a bolt of lightning--

ka-chung--

into the bowels of the earth.

Oh, no.

Mr. Beevor, hold it.

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