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Supper was over, but the four were still at the table, sipping coffee / and smoking. During a pause in the casual conversation, James suddenly / straightened up.
"I want an official decision, Clee," he said, abruptly. "While we're out / of touch with United Worlds you, as captain of the ship and director of / the project, are Boss, with a capital B. The Lord of Justice, High and / Low. The Works. Check?"