Jean showed him the fuse box and he sucked his teeth. She also showed him which was the tiresome fuse. He quickly identified it as the one for the ele...tric cooker.Jean left him to it and he pulled out the cooker from against the wall. Within twenty minutes he had found a loose connection with evidence of overheating. He showed Jean."What needs to be done?" she asked."Just rewire that bit." Is that going to be expensive?"Court smiled at her. "No, Jean. An electrician would probably charge you. Then you can adjust your hold to compensate for the balance.” She raised her hand and threw the knife at the polystyrene block. It sank in perfectly, blade first. “See? Nothing wrong with its balance,” she said walking to get the blade again.“What about when I put a handle on it?”“Put one on it. I’ll teach him to use it right,” she answered. “Black, I think. It should be a black handle so it blends in with the rest of his costume until he draws it. Not too shiny on the handle. The silver blade. Now look at me.’ ‘That Fran of yours has a lot to answer for. Did she hurt you that badly?’ That took me by surprise. It had never occurred to me either that Helen knew about Fran or that I might have lost some of my self-esteem. Ridiculously perhaps, I thought I’d got over Fran without much in the way of damage. Helen took my hand gently in hers. ‘Well?’ ‘I don’t know. I guess we never know, do we?’ Decisively, Helen said, ‘What about tomorrow night? Let’s meet here for a drink at 7? I’ve got. " She sighs. "I need someone who can go in with me and bring about a change. Someone who the books don't recognize..." She slowly turns to look at you. Alarms go off in your head."What? No way!" You back up. "You nuttier than a fruitcake! Even if I did believe all this, I don't want to be sucked into some stupid fairy tale!" Please!" Doe pleaded. "You have to help me! If the boss comes back and finds out what happens, he will have my head! That's not a joke, either!" Her eyes danced with fear..