"Morgana Livingstone?" asked a deep male voice."Yes, who is this?" I replied feeling annoyed, I had just glanced atthe clock and saw that it was 6 am.... Who in their right mind callssomeone at six in the morning?"This is Inspector Lee from the St. Louis Guild Hall. I understandyou're an expert on magical wards and runes." The doubt that filledInspector Lee's voice made me want to bristle. "The Guild could useyour help on a theft we're investigating," he said.It took a moment for my sleep. And now, if you will excuse us, we have a dinner date that I hope will firm up the deal for "Nue dans la Rue." But please stay for the rest of the performance - I have ordered more champagne for you."And before we could respond, they were gone. We might have wondered if we had imagined it all - but Alan was still clutching a pair of black knickers.********************The call came during the first week in December. Pierre and Pierrette would be pleased if we could attend the end-of-year meeting. She sprayed my hair and wig. It was saturated with a strange smellingliquid. My scalp grew very warm. The operator then watched the clock. Shegrasped my hand and led me to a reclining chair over a sink. She washed myhead and ran a comb through the strands until my hair had been completelyblended with the wig.I was swiveled around and looked in the mirror. I nearly swooned at thevision I saw.I heard the voice of the operator. "The wig is real hair, and your ownhair will continue to grow, too.. ” I sat down. “Look, you shouldn’t be embarrassed,” I said, figuring I should just get this out in the open. “I’m the one who was exposed yesterday. I should be embarrassed but I figure that there is nothing I can do at this point.” “I’m, uh sorry. I guess I shouldn’t have stared.” “Hey, don’t worry about it. I’m not offended. In fact, I’m flattered. If you got a look of disgust on your face before.