[My friend. It's just a turn of phrase, and yet... he swallows.]
...Seven. [One handkerchief for each day of the week— as in, easy to explain away if they were found by natives. He's had no luck in unearthing the Polluxians thus far.] What would you have me do?
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...Seven. [One handkerchief for each day of the week— as in, easy to explain away if they were found by natives. He's had no luck in unearthing the Polluxians thus far.] What would you have me do?