The blues had been sung。 A page turned； a chapter ended。 Tremearne would do a good job of sorting out this repellent world。 I would do equally well as I slipped away between the interstices of society。
In six months I would be far from here； my trail cold； my bank account filled； my life more interesting。 Once rested and restored…it would indeed be time for The Stainless Steel Rat to ride again！
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