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_Feb. 25, 65_: Listen, Lictus:
I don't know what kind of a game you think you're playing, but I
haven't time to bother with it right now. Whether you know it or not,
the Games load a lot of extra work on the police. I'm up to my ears in
details connected with them, and I won't put up with having you on my
neck, too. I've got the receipt signed by your jailer, on delivery. Any
more noise from your direction and I'll turn it, together with your
recent memos, over to the Emperor himself and you can straighten it out
with him.