I tell you, the man should be muzzled."
"Well, it looks as if he isn't going to follow you into the
hearing room, Ian. Calm down. They're waiting for you in there."
"Yeah, in a minute. Tell me first, Randy, how was it?
Anything I should watch out for?"
"Nada." Randy had regained his usual swagger. "Not a thing, old bean.
Between us, we'll give the bitch the old one two. . ."
"We're waiting for you, Ian." Henry said from the doorway
of the hearing room.
"Oh, right. I'm coming right along. Just had to get things
straight about who takes the review session today since I could
be tied up here, " blubbered Ian, apologetically. As he reached
the door, he turned and looked back up the stairs apprehensively.
Seeing no one, he breathed a sigh of relief and entered the hearing room.
Ian Heathson was of average height. His most striking features
were his mop of blond hair and pale blue eyes which flitted about,
examining the room, looking everywhere except at Diana.
When asked to substantiate the testimony of Lyle that he and Randy
had found `suspicious' SmurFFs, Ian told a slightly different story.
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