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Mrs. Height smiled. She got stuff.

"This is the phone number of a policeman who will make any small scale legal problem disappear," she said. "This is the name of the best interior decorator in Brisbane, and he owes me a favour. Here are cards for a rabbi, a priest and a therapist who know how to keep their mouths shut. Here's a coupon for seventy five percent off any automobile purchase totalling fifteen thousand dollars or more. Here is a folder with photographs of your business partner stealing from a collection plate. Here is the name of a reliable babysitter. Here is a bureaucrat who will do you a fake drivers license."

Mrs. Height sat back a bit. "More besides. Anything you need to live a quiet, comfortable, and normal life - that's what I've got."
"Good stuff, good stuff." Edmund poured over the little hoard approvingly, and then snapped the folder closed. "Alright then; where's Borgit?"

He looked from face to face, looking for whoever could answer his question.

"Borgit? The Squealer? Now that might not be his real name, but I'm not one to just assume. You at least have his number, right?"

A hard task, to be sure. Since Borgit died squealing on Edmund's sword in the very first arc.