We examined the folder. Sure enough there was a tape, and one letter.Dear Mr HoltWe wish to engage your services to find information about the activit...es of my husband Allan Jonsson.The letter went on to give my itinerary in detail, giving the hotel and the times and dates.He has disappeared from the time he left the hotel, and we are worried about his state of mind. Any information would be greatly appreciated.The letter finished in the usual way, signed by both Derek and Ann."So what did you. "You already know the spell Hellfire."Pteri smiled grimly."He seems to be working properly," she said quietly, mostly to herself, then turned back to her assistant. "Tell me about the experiment."The young fellow cleared his throat, preparing for a recitation as if he was in class. It seemed ironic that all the time and effort he had put in to get to the highest ability as a Poet was virtually ignored when he started at her University."I re-attempted an experiment designed and run by you some. .. and my God,what I found out about him later! The size some men's things can get?Well, go there and dance a few dances and decide for yourself whateverelse. Do with someone else everything you intended with Sheldon! Thentell Sheldon that's what you mean to do. If that doesn't grab him, thentell him you've gone out intending to do it. And if his mind's stillelsewhere, tell him you did it! That'll teach him! The guy you've beenwith might even teach you a few things you can teach Sheldon. As if I would just spill my guts all over the place. Right, Sarn’t. I’m not quite that stupid, Sarn’t. ‘Yes, Sarn’t.’ I reported to the colonel with perfect military manners. Well, as perfect as possible on a pair of crutches. I stood as close to attention as I could get and stared at the wall above his head while he regarded me from behind his desk. Shades of the week before and another officer sitting behind his own desk. I mentally shook myself. ‘Tell me about Friday, private,’ he said.