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58798	Williams, Ralph	The Gun Runners			.txt	text/plain	11234	1163	92	"Mr. Dolan," the gray-haired man said earnestly, "I am afraid you still "And here," Brown said, "is the machine we wish repaired." "I'm sorry," she said finally, "didn't Mr. Brown say you weren't to ask such questions?" "OK," Dolan said resignedly, "we'll let that go then. "Mr. Smith and I have discussed the matter," Brown said, "and we have "The machine is a time translator," he said. "I don't know," Dolan said. "I still don't know how a time machine might work," he said finally. "That sounds like it," Dolan said. "Why, yes, we do have a spare cot in Mr. Smith's room," Brown said. "I suppose you're right," Dolan said reluctantly. "Also," Brown said, "the notes." "This way," Brown said. "I thought there might be," Brown said with satisfaction. be, in your time, a George Dolan who never met Mr. Brown or Miss Jones. "I see," Dolan said.	./cache/58798.txt	./txt/58798.txt