”“Do we know any professional mountaineers?”“I don’t, but I have an idea one of the junior ministers in transport is a rock climber or mount...aineer or something. He might be able to help.”“Good. Thank you.”“Yes sir.”The two men hung up and Thorn continued to watch, getting more and more impatient. His anger had abated slightly now that he knew Stewart and Boase were doing ‘something’.It was nearly three-quarters of an hour after Gareth Boase had promised him action, that something happened on. The little man sits down at the piano and starts playing a Mozart piano concerto.“Where on earth did you get that?” asked the surprised bartender.The man responds by reaching into the paper bag. This time he pulls out a magic lamp. He hands it to the bartender and says, “Here - Rub it.” So the bartender rubs the lamp, and suddenly there’s a gust of smoke and a beautiful genie is standing before him. “I will grant you one wish - just one,” said the genie.The bartender gets excited and, without. .." He mumbled awkwardly, and quickly closed the door. He walked back to his bedroom and lay in bed, waiting for his erection to subside. His thirst was completely forgotten as he just lay there contemplating what he'd just witnessed. He was having trouble getting to sleep as impure, nasty thoughts of his teenage daughter crept into his mind, making him feel both guilty and aroused at the same time. Her slender, sexy legs spread wide... "She's your daughter!" the voice at the back of his mind. ”“What other reason might there be, Doug?”“I hate to seem paranoid, but a while back, I received a series of Twixt messages from multiple planets containing death threats. The police investigated and were unable to identify the senders. It was impressed on me that I have one or more enemies in the Multiverse. I don’t know who they are, but the little I know about them indicates they are very powerful people. Such a person might be able to influence the Banking Guild in order to create problems.