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“He did mention that he'd be sending you over. I thought you were the manager, though.”
    â€œI was, until Fluffy was stolen,” said Jeeves. “I am at your service. Anything you need to know about dragons in general or Fluffy in particular, all you have to do is ask. My orders,” he added apologetically, “are to stay with you until the case is solved and Fluffy has been found.”
    â€œHave you eaten?” asked Felina. “Maybe we should all go out for a meal and discuss strategy.”
    â€œWho can think of food at a time like this?” replied the gremlin.
    Felina promptly turned her back and busied herself licking a perfectly clean forearm.
    â€œWhat can I help you with first?” asked Jeeves. “Her diet? Her personal habits? Her endearing little quirks?”
    â€œI think the first thing we need to do is inspect the crime scene, so to speak,” said Winnifred.
    â€œWhatever you say,” said Jeeves. “Follow me, please.”
    Mallory turned to Felina. “Come on.”
    â€œI'm busy ignoring all of you,” she replied.
    â€œIgnore us later. Right now I need you to tell me if you can identify any scents at Brody's hotel.”
    â€œOh, all right,” she said, walking to the door. “I'm especially good on filet mignon medium rare, pheasant under glass, and lobster thermidor.”
    â€œI'm sure you are,” said Mallory, “but I think there's very little likelihood that Fluffy was kidnapped by a lobster or a pheasant.”
    â€œBe quiet, John Justin,” said the cat-girl. “I don't smell as well when I'm depressed.”
    â€œDon't feed me straight lines like that,” said Mallory, following Winnifred and Felina out the door.
    The four of them began walking to the Plantagenet Arms. After they'd gone three blocks, a goblin stepped out from between two buildings, blocking their way.
    â€œHappy Valentine's Day!” he said, throwing a handful of confetti into the air. “Huzzah!”
    â€œWhat are you selling?” asked Mallory wearily.
    â€œSelling?” repeated the goblin. “I'm not selling. I'm celebrating.”
    â€œFine. Happy Valentine's Day. Now please move out of the way.”
    â€œYou can celebrate too, friend,” continued the goblin. “Don't you want to give a heart-shaped gift to one of these two lovely ladies, or perhaps both of them if you're planning on losing the ugly little green wart during the night?”
    â€œGo away,” said Mallory.
    â€œJust listen a minute!” said the goblin. “This is a legitimate business proposition. We can eliminate the middleman! I have in my possession not merely heart-shaped cards and gifts, but actual hearts. In fact, for the next three minutes I'm running a special on one that belonged to a little old lady who only got excited when praising the Lord in church on Sunday mornings.”
    â€œFelina,” said Mallory. “If he's still talking in twenty seconds, he's all yours.”
    â€œHow about Phar Cry, the greatest racehorse in the world?” said the goblin. “My friend Iggy is the night watchman at Jamaica. We could go over there and pick it up right now, if you don't mind a little blood and suffering.”
    â€œOkay,” said Mallory to Felina. “Kill him.”
    â€œHey,” said the goblin, backing away. “I'm just doing my job. Have a heart.” Suddenly he smiled. “Hey, that's a great line! Have a heart!”
    He turned and raced off down an alley, screaming “Have a heart!” Felina tried to follow him, but Mallory grabbed her wrist.
    â€œStay with us,” he said. “It's a depressing thought, but we might need you.”
    They continued their journey to the Plantagenet Arms. Along the way they passed a seemingly endless string of posters, some for the upcomingfight between Kid Testosterone and Brutus the Butcher, some for the new musical My Fair Ladle (A Girl I