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He caught up with Gilligan down the corridor. "Professor," his host greeted him with unusual formality. "Are you enjoying your stay here?"
"Yes, I am, though I must say, I don't care for your other guests."
Gilligan looked around. "Can I trust you, Professor Plum?"
–As far as you can throw me– the new voice in his mind hissed. His actual voice answered, "Of course."
"I am aware that the others intend to murder me. I have taken some precautions," he opened his jacket to reveal a revolver, "but I am not optimistic about my chances of surviving the evening."
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