(xx) Where to Hide the Ritual

Well sir, it's a few minutes past 11 o'clock in the morning as our scene opens now. And here in the kitchen of the small house halfway up on the next block we discover Mrs. Victor Gogh.

We jacked the ladies baking a cake or a pie or manufacturing something special for dinner because the table is cluttered up with egg beater, colander, chafing, dish and... Oh but here's a newcomer. Mr. Victor Gogh is offering from the living room. Listen.

Well, how'd you do, Dr. Sleech? I never heard you come in. I crept softly like the panty. What's you making there? Cooper did. Perhaps I downed cake. Excellent. I think it'll be good. How come you're home at 11 o'clock?

A matter of business. Remember me telling you the other day the Sacred Star is voted to have the large hall redecorated? Don't get you sleeping at Baller. Well, the workmen showed up this morning with their paint and varnish and stuff.

And since none of them are Sky Brothers, I decided it'd be best if I brought the ritual home here to protect it in case anybody got curious. That's the lives, Richard, in them, though? Yeah. See, as exalted big dipper, it's my duty to safeguard the ritual.

Be terrible if any of them plasters and painters got a hold of it. Move your sleeve, egg. You know, on Hooper dipper and your clothes. Get your Hooper dipper and your way. Did your sleeve all the way? I was here first.

Well, look. Where did I better put this, Richard? I guess there's room in the knife and fork drawer. Cozy, I'm busy here. Knife and fork drawer. There's room. Say, this is the ritual of the sacred stars and milky weight.