he said. âApparently, thereâs been some bloke going round trying to recruit genies for some job or other.â
âOh yes?â
Kiss nodded. âOffering good money, apparently. Which shows how much whoever it is knows about genies, if you stop to think.â
âReally.â
âIf you think about it, I mean,â Kiss went on, trying hard to maintain the affability level. âI mean, trying to bribe a genie with promises of wealth beyond dreams of avarice is like offering a fish a drink. Still, thereâs been a lot of interest.â
âIs that so?â Jane said, her face still obscured by the catalogue. âWell I never.â
Kiss ground his teeth silently. Small-talk , said the training manual, is the mortar that cements together the foundations of the ideal genie/mortal relationship. Talk to your mortal and you will find that empathy inevitably follows. Something told Kiss that whoever wrote that hadnât been on active service for several thousand years.
âOh yes,â he ploughed on, âever such a lot of interest. Iâd probably have put in for it myself if Iâd been at a loose end. Whatever it is,â he added lamely.
Jane closed the catalogue. âNow then,â she said briskly. âKitchen worktops.â
The door opened.
Nobody walked through it, and nobody stood in the door-frame. After a moment, it closed itself again. The three people sitting at the table looked at each other.
âGood afternoon.â There was a brief flash of blue light and the genie Philadelphia Machine and Tool Corporation IX materialised in the air, hovering precisely one metre over the table-top. âSorry if Iâm late, but I had a press conference. â
Better known to millions of cinema-goers as the star of A Thousand And One Dalmatians II under the name of Spot (and the corporeal trappings of the cuddliest, most adorable puppy ever) Philly Nine floated gently down and folded his arms. Each of the three members of the interview panel got the impression that he was face to face with the apparition; which wasnât the most comfortable illusion in the universe, not by some way.
âUm,â said the Chair at last. âThank you for, er, making the time.â
âNo worries,â the genie replied. âThe job sounds interesting. â
âYes.â The Chair tried to keep the hesitation out of her voice. âThe pay,â she went on, âis excellent. I expect you want to hear about the money first.â
âNot really,â the genie replied, making his body translucent just to be aggravating. âLetâs see, now, I had one per cent of the gross for making this film Iâve just done, which at last count came to seventy million dollars, but so what? All I have to do to make seventy million dollars - silver dollars, if I want - is whistle. Like me to show you?â
âYes,â said the Chair, quickly. âI mean,â she added, âif thatâs all right with you, of course . . .â
Suddenly it was snowing banknotes. Thousand-dollar
bills. Great big coarse sheets of money, drifting and floating in the air, settling in drifts, skittering in the draught from under the door. You didnât need to look to know they were genuine. For a while, the three committee members were a blur of fast-moving arms.
The money vanished.
âEasy come,â sneered the genie, âeasy go. And you reckoned you were going to pay me.â
âAll right,â panted the Chair, catching her breath. âPoint taken. You are interested in the job, arenât you?â
The genie nodded, like a will-oâ-the-wisp dangling from the rear-view mirror of Satanâs Cortina. âIt sounds like it might be fun,â he said. âFrom what Iâve heard, that is. Why donât you tell me all about it?â
The second member of the committee took a deep breath. His right hand was tightly closed around
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