![]() ![]() "Keep your hands off! I'll do that!" He pushed Hermux away. "What's in it?" He started to unbuckle it. "Boy this is heavy," said Hermux wrestling it onto the workbench. He pointed to the tattered knapsack on his back. "You can start by helping me get this off," the old chipmunk grumbled. "Well it sounds like you've got a problem. "Why do you want to know?" he asked suspiciously. The old chipmunk jerked back suddenly and narrowed his eyes. "I've been working! In the field! I don't have time to waste reading newspapers! And I couldn't get them if I did!" Hiril Mennus? The Beauty Doc Murders? Where have you been?" Perflinger and Tucka Mertslin and Ortolina Perriflot! You can't say you didn't hear something about it. ![]() "Why, it was in all the papers! Earlier this year. Perhaps you heard about my involvement in the Perflinger case?" "Like my father," he said proudly, "I'm not afraid of complicated problems. He had just been named Watchmaker of the Year. ![]() It was a smiling picture of Linnix Tantamoq at the national convention of watchmakers. He glanced up at the photograph over his workbench. ![]()
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