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glowed.
     
                  "I — I — I'm convinced! "
     
                  " So glad."
     
                  Crucible became his old self.
     
                  "Let's get down to business. I take i t you want Hell to be exploited in every possible way? "
     
                  " Yes."
     
                  "Well, I'm afraid I can't do much until I have seen the place — from the living point of view, you understand."
     
                  "Quite. Well, I could take you back with me, but that might be a hair-raising e xperience for you. Tell you what, if you wait at the corner of this street, at — shall we say, eight-o'clock this evening? — I could pick you up and we could walk there. Okay?"
     
                  "Right."
     
                  "I'll be seeing you, then. Cheerio!" Poomf!
     
                  He was gone. The room wa s again filled with sulphurous smoke. Crucible opened the windows and then closed them again. If some busy-body saw the smoke, he would have a hard time explaining to the Fire Brigade just why there was no fire. He strolled into the kitchen and sat down t h oughtfully; he wished he had read more fantasy.
     
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                  In wishing the Devil would mind his own business, Crucible was thinking along the same lines as certain other beings. Where they differed was the reason. Crucible opened the 'fridge and took out a can of beer.
     
                  Having someone running around loose, who knows about things one would prefer to keep to oneself, is dangerous. Crucible's love of money warred with his love of freedom. He wanted that forty thousand pounds, but he did not want Lucifer running arou nd loose.
     
                  Suddenly, the perfect solution struck him. Of course! Why not! He grabbed his hat, and hurried out to the local church.
     
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                  Crucible stood in the pouring rain at the corner of the street. A small stream of water was coursing down his back and flooding his suedes. He looked at his watch. One minute to eight o'clock. He shivered.
     
                  "Psst!"
     
                  Crucible looked round. "Down here."
     
                  He saw that a man-hole in the middle of the pavement was raised. The Devil poked his head out.
     
                  "Come on! "
     
                  " Through th ere? "
     
                  " Yes."
     
                  He edged himself through the narrow hole. Splash!
     
                  He would have to put his shoes on "Expenses. "
     
                  " Well, let's be off," said the Devil.
     
                  "I didn't know one could get to Down There along the sewers! "
     
                  " Easiest thing there is, old man. Left he re."
     
                  There was no sound but the echoes of their footsteps; Crucible's suedes and the Devil's hooves.
     
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                  "How much further?"
     
                  They had been walking for several hours. Crucible's feet were damp and he was sneezing.
     
                  "We're there, old man."
     
                  They had c ome to the end of the tunnel. Before them stretched a dark valley. In the distance, Crucible could see a giant wall, with a tiny door. Across the valley ran a black river; the air was tainted with sulphur.
     
                  The Devil removed a tarpaulin from a hump by the tunnel mouth.
     
                  "May I present Geryon II!"
     
                  Crucible blinked. Geryon II was a Model-T Ford crossed with an Austin 7, tastefully decorated in sulphurous yellow.
     
                  The Devil wrenched at the offside door, which fell