By Ron Goulart
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He ran out onto the patio, wearing the little android maid's serving apron over his three-piece cocoa-brown tourist suit. He slapped a little silver bug against Lt. Krist's neck. The lieutenant began snoring in midair as he fell toward the ground. " Conger stepped back to let Krist fall by. "Boss Geer hired me to come here and back you up," explained the little curly-haired spy. "I've been unobtrusively watching you since late last evening. You ought to see how filthy they keep the alleys in the vicinity of your hotel.
Stepping back out of range, Conger said, "I like a picture with a sense of humor. " "You couldn't afford it, clunk. I'm out of your class. " "I'd like to talk it over with Miss Day-Lewis. " "Upwards," said the general. "Mucking around in her atelier. She's built like a couple of sacks of modeling compound that have been left out in the rain. " Conger found the stairs and climbed up to the loft. A TALENT FOR THE INVISIBLE 39 Inza Day-Lewis' studio was bright and cluttered. Responsive paintings, with their inner workings in various stages of completion, leaned on easels and against walls, gutted appliances sprawled all over the realwood flooring, random gadgets were heaped in three separate mounds.
It sat almost in the swamp, with one of its covered ramps extending, like a giant drinking straw, out into a wide slimy swamp pool. Enzerto was wandering around by himself in his lab apartment up under the ceiling of the big dome. He was a large hefty old man with prickly white whiskers. He wore a loose white lab smock over all-season pajamas and a flapping pair of Japanese slippers. He was clutching a bundle of large dark green leaves to his chest, muttering happily to himself. "A great day for science," he said in Spanish.
A Talent for the Invisible by Ron Goulart