"How is the hand now Hove? Better I trust?" Better then that blaggard's head. I will wager you that, Holmes."Ned laughed lightly " I do not doubt it! ... am not foolhardy enough to bet on a certainty." Holmes paused, interrupted by a loud metallic squeal, "Come Hove, we have arrived, and the Randolph Hotel awaits us."Bernadette Machin busied herself, as she hated to be unproductive. The feather duster flicked efficiently across the reception desk. Distracted she paused."Gentlemen may I be of. We only have a few dozen lessor patterns we understand anyway. The clan ancestor was the only one who really knew what any of the other patterns did, or had the knowledge to use them.”Anvil thought silently for a moment then replied. “I agree. We know they don’t intend to step into any of our business so it wouldn’t hurt to let them see our research knowledge. Like you said, even we can’t explain the older arrays we have. What if we have them share anything they discover from looking them over?. Brandy frowned and inched closer. With her tongue, she managed to flick the end of the ribbon out just enough so she could hold onto it with her teeth. She pulled back with the ribbon and the bow parted. Carefully, with the tip of one of her antlers, she tipped the box lid off.Inside was a red ball.“I hope that isn’t for my nose. Rudolph was a guy, remember?” Brandy chided.“I know that,” Grant said pulling out the ball, “I think you’re more of a Vixen anyway.”The glossy red ball turned out to. The only thing that worried them was that they would burn each other out. They couldn't leave one another alone, and woke up in the middle of the night panting for a taste of each other.They heard no more from Gerald, who was apparently afraid they would turn him in to the police. The only problem to develop came when Karen returned from her vacation, and called Laura's apartment. Laura and Rina had agreed to separate for a few days, to keep their hunger for each other from getting stale, and.