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Harv strained at his bindings. No use. They were quite well tied. "Biggles?" he said.
"Right here!" came the voice from behind him.
"Can you get out of the ropes?"
"Let me see, here." There was the sound of movement behind him. "Right! I can... Yes, I can just..." More scraping. "Yes! I can definitely say that the ropes are tied in a very professional fashiona and there is no hope of me slipping out of them!"
"Was it necessary to complement the guy who tied us up?"
"Well, credit due and all that, old boy!"
There was more scraping and a loud thud behind Harv. "I do believe that I have fallen over and there is still no means of slipping these ropes!"
"That's good to know. Now I won't try that myself, since that was right at the top of my list of things to do right now!"
"Glad to be of assistance, old boy!"
The door to the snmall room they were being held in slammed open. "Trying to make an escape were we?" asked a heavily accented voice.
"No, not really. Trynig to get out of these ropes, actually. Then, we may have gone on to making an escape."
"Sarcasm, Mr Wallbager? I would have thought that you would be past that at this moment, hmm?"
A short man with a quite pointy chin, a dueling scar, and a monacle came into Harv's view. "We will have to see about your use of sarcasm. We will have to ceratinly see..."
Von Schlepwig rounded on Harv's head with a pistol butt in his hand. Briefly, stars popped out all over, then went black.
Outside the window, three doggy shaped shadows clung to the side of the building.
"Oh! Senor Vivaldi! Was that truly Harv of your magnificent stories we just heard getting bashed on the head?" asked George.
"Sounds like. There's ususally a hollow goning sound like that when he gets conked."
"Do you think he would give me his autograph when he wakes up?"
"I'd say we should do something to make sure he wakes up first, wouldn't you say?"
"Oh, but he's Harv! He always gets away just in the nick of time!"
"No, he gets away, mostly long before any trouble starts. I just write him so that he gets away in the nick of time. Who wants to read a stroy about how the hero gets out of the room and goes out dringking for three or four hours before staggering back and tripping over the bad guys?
"Where is this Taxi Boss and the head of the Chihuahua Cartel, that I just joined? We may need back up!"
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