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Cteven filled a glass of champagne and handed it over to Jelicorse. The Imps o' the Moon tenor was in hilarious mood, and not in the least disposed to further adventure that night. They had done an excellent stroke of business with a comedy side that appealed very strongly to every member of that light hearted community, and they were not averse to make merry over it.
"Why this indecent haste?" Cteven inquired. "Surely you don't want to drag us into danger so soon after our brilliant coup? Who is this mysterious Barrados anyway? A cloak-and-dagger name like that sounds ominous. No bloodshed for me, dear boy."