with so little.”
That was Bunny’s comment following Tananda’s report on her last assignment. I had asked her to sit in to take notes, and I had to admit she had been extremely attentive while Tananda was speaking ... which was more than I managed to do. From the report, the assignment was so routine as to be dull, though I personally wanted to hear Chumley’s side of it before I made any final judgments on that score. That particular troll, however, was nowhere to be found ... a fact which made me more than a little suspicious. Bunny was as efficient as ever, though, covering for my wandering thoughts by providing compliments of her own.
“Why, thank you, Bunny,” Tananda purred back. “It really means a lot to me to hear you say that, realizing how much you know about operating with minimal resources.”
It occurred to me that it was nice that these two were getting along as well as they did. Our operation could be a real mess if the two of them took to feuding.
It also occurred to me that there were an awful lot of teeth showing for what was supposed to be a friendly meeting. I decided it was time to move on to other subjects before things got too friendly.
“Things have been pretty quiet around here while you’ve been gone, Tananda,” I said. “Not much new at all. How about it, Bunny? Any new prospects we should know about?”
Bunny made a big show of consulting her note pad. Right away, this alerted me. You see, I know that Bunny keeps flawless notes in her head, and the only time she consults her pad is when she’s stalling for time trying to decide whether or not to bring something to my attention I may be slow, but I do learn.
“Welll...”she said slowly. “The only thing I show at all is an appointment with somebody named Hysterium.”
“Hysterium? Why does that name sound familiar? Wait a minute. Didn’t I see a letter from him about a week back?”
“That’s right. He’s a land speculator and developer who’s been trying to get in to see you for some time now:”
“That shouldn’t be a problem. What time is the appointment for?”
Bunny was staring at her notes again.
“Actually, I was thinking of postponing the meeting, if not canceling it altogether,” she said.
“Why would we want to do that?”
I was annoyed, but curious. I really wasn’t wild about Bunny trying to make my decisions for me. Still, she had a good head for business, and if this guy made her hesitate, I wanted to know why.
“It’s like I was trying to tell you before, Skeeve. Your time is valuable. You can’t just give it away to any fruitcake who wants an appointment.”
“... And you figure this guy’s a fruitcake?”
“He must be,” she shrugged. “What he wants to talk about simply isn’t our kind of work. As near as I’ve been able to make out, he wants us to serve as interior decorators.”
That brought Tananda into the conversation. “You’re kidding. Interior decorators?”
Bunny actually giggled and turned to Tananda conspiratorially. “That’s right. It seems he started building a motel complex counting on the fact that his would be the only lodging available in the area. Since he’s started construction, though, four others have either announced their intentions to build or have started construction themselves ... right on his doorstep. Of course, since his original plan didn’t include any competition, the design is more utilitarian than decorative. It’s going to make his place look real shabby by comparison, and he’s afraid of losing his shirt.”
“That’s bad,” Tananda winced. “So what does he want us to do about it?”
“Well, apparently our outfit is getting a bit of a rep for being miracle workers ... you know, ‘if you’re really up against a wall, call THEM!’? Anyway, he wants us to come up with an alternate design or a gimmick or something to catch people’s attention so that his place will fill up before the competition rents out room