"We've got 'em!" Snakefoot crowed. "I told you! I knew it would work! Just have to be patient, trust in the Host of Lords!" Glubwart smiled and nodded. Snakefoot would claim all the credit, of course. His years of dogged research would count for nothing.
Snakefoot dashed to the phone, eager to report the triumph to Screwtape. His reward was a tired, blase, "Well. You found them at last, you sly devil. Congrats. I was just about to the point of sampling your guts. Well, finding them is one thing. Delivering their jewels to the Chief is something else again." Screwtape hung up the phone.
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