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Title: Holes, Incorporated

Author: L. Major Reynolds

Illustrator: Hi Marx

Release Date: November 13, 2009 [EBook #30468]

Language: English

Character set encoding: ASCII

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[Illustration: _It was getting so a person couldn't sleep nights
anymore._]

_Would you like to see all hell break loose? Just make a few holes
in nothing at all--push some steel beams through the holes--and then
head for the hills. But first, read what happened to some people who
really did it._

HOLES
INCORPORATED

By L. Major Reynolds

The red-headed secretary asked, "Names, please?"

"Ted Baker."

"Bill Stephens."

"To see H. Joshua Blair. We have an appointment."

"It's for three-thirty. We called up two weeks ago."

The secretary said, "Oh, yes. I have you on the list." She checked them
off, studied them vaguely, asked, "What was it you wanted to see Mr.
Blair about?"

Ted Baker held out the small steel box he was carrying. "About this."

"Ah--what is it?"

"It's a box."

"I can see that," the redhead snapped. "What is it for? What does it
do?"

"It's for construction work. It makes holes."

The girl sighed. It was late in the day and she didn't care much,
really. She snapped an intercom button. An inquiring voice rasped at
her. She said, "A Mr. Baker and a Mr. Stephens to see you."

Evidently it was all right because she snapped off the button and
pointed to a door. "In there."

They went in the door and faced a desk large enough to play tennis on.
The man behind the desk gave them a cordial snarl. "Well, what have you
got on your mind? And don't take all day to tell me."

Ted extended the box. "This. We'd like to sell it to you."

"What is it? A bomb?"

"No, sir. It makes holes. It makes holes real quick."

Blair scowled at the box. "What the hell do I want of holes?"

Bill Stephens came forward with further explanation. "You see, sir, Ted
and I