Irwin, the new one, was as scraggly as Fitzroy was plump, and no more appetizing.
Dortmunder said to Kelp, "Do you have the Voyager key?"
Kelp held up his left hand, to show a chain with a car key dangling from it. "Yes..." he said, and tossed the key over the rail, "... and no."
"No!" cried Irwin.
"Too late," Kelp told him.
***
Tiny Bulcher is another matter. A man mountain, with a body like an oil truck and a head like an unexploded bomb, he mostly looked like a fairy tale character that eats villages. "Hello, there, Kelp," this creature rumbled.
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