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Red Witch of Mercury By EMMETT McDOWELL Death was Jaro Moynahan's stock in trade, and every planet had known his touch. "I did not want to call you in, Jaro Moynahan." Jaro Moynahan wiped the sweat from his forehead with a fine duraweb handkerchief. The Mercurians worship him. Jaro Moynahan refilled their empty glasses. You've got to find him, Jaro. "Ah," said Jaro Moynahan; "so that's the way it is." Jaro Moynahan slipped sideways from the table. Across the table from Jaro there was the feel of movement; he could sense it. Jaro Moynahan sat quietly back down and poured himself another glass of Latonka. As the Mercurian started to leave, a thought struck Jaro.
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