LETS HAVE FUN
by L Sprague de Camp
Doc Lofting was on another drunk in the recreation room of the Embassy. This was different, being a crying drunk. The Fourth Secretary, Kemal Okmen, asked: “What’s the matter, Doc?”
“Uzhegh dead,” mumbled Lofting, a plump little man with a white goatee.
“The Provincial?”
“Yes.”
“A friend of yours? I know you like these lizards—”
“Hadn’t seen him in years.”
“Then why the grief?”
“Reminds me…”
“Of what?”
Cecil Mpanza, the Communications Engineer, dropped into the third chair. “It’s his big secret.”
“What secret?” asked Okmen.
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