world,â said Jeeves. âHer eyes areââ
âSave it,â said Madame Fatima. âAll dragons look alike.â
âI beg your pardon!â snapped Jeeves.
She sighed. âHow many eyes has it got?â
âTwo.â
âWings?â
âTwo.â
âLegs?â
âFour.â
âWell, there you have it,â she said. âYou've seen one dragon, you've seen âem all.â She turned to Mallory. âWhat exactly do you want me to do for you?â
âSee if anyone's shown up with a dragon today, probably claiming that it's a familiar,â answered the detective.
âTwenty bucks,â said Madame Fatima, holding her hand out.
Mallory dug into his pocket, pulled out a pair of tens, and handed them to her.
âI'll toss in the massage for five more,â she said.
âJust the dragon.â
She shrugged, then lit a pair of candles, closed her eyes, and began uttering a chant in a language Mallory couldn't identify. She spun around three times, stood rigid for a full minute, and finally opened her eyes.
âWell?â asked Mallory.
âThere are fifty-seven familiars appearing as dragons just within a mile of us,â she answered. âAt least thirty of them are small enough to be the one you're after.â
âHow many of them showed up today?â
âIt doesn't work that way,â replied Madame Fatima. âA familiar can take any shape it desires. So it might well have been a banshee or a harpy yesterday and a dragon today.â
âSo if you tell me that there are a dozen, or twenty, dragons that weren't here yesterdayâ¦â
ââ¦they may well have been here yesterday in different forms,â concluded Madame Fatima. âI suppose you'll have to check them out one by one.â
âI haven't got time to track all of them down,â said Mallory. âBesides, this is just a hunch. Fluffy might not be in Greenwitch Village at all. I just thought passing her off as a familiar made sense.â
âBring me a scale, and I'll pinpoint her whereabouts,â said Madame Fatima.
âIf I could pick one of her scales off her, I'd know her whereabouts,â said Mallory.
âWell, yes, there is that,â acknowledged Madame Fatima.
âThanks for your time,â said Mallory, âbut we'd better get back to work.â
âLet me give you a tip,â said the witch.
He looked at her questioningly.
âTalk to Blind Boris.â
âBlind Boris?â
âThey call him the Wizard of Christopher Street. You can usually find him on the corner of Christopher and Remorse.â
âThanks,â said Mallory.
âLet me give you another tip.â
âI'm all ears.â
âStop betting on Flyaway if you want to stay out of the poorhouse.â
As they were leaving, Jeeves stopped in front of a small gilt-framed photo on a counter and stared at it.
âIs something wrong?â asked Madame Fatima.
âNo,â said Jeeves. âThere's just something very familiar about this fat ugly old lady. I was wondering where I've seen her before.â
Madame Fatima picked up a cappuccino cup and hurled it at his head, barely missing him.
âWhat was that for?â demanded Mallory.
âI won't be insulted in my own establishment!â she snapped.
âWhat are you talking about?â
â This ,â she said, gesturing up and down her lithe, sexy body, âis my business outfit. That ,â she continued, âis the real me!â
âI'm sorry,â said Jeeves.
âWell, you'd damned well better be!â she snapped, as her face and body began to broaden, wrinkle, and droop. âNow get out of here while I regain my self-control.â
Mallory held the door open for Jeeves and Felina. As they left, he turned to Madame Fatima.
âHe didn't mean any harm,â said the detective.
âThey never do,â she replied, a
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