"Ah, poor naive Master Cylinder. Such a formidable appearance and so frail a real presence. Electronic cash is electronic cash, but electrons have tails most plain to those with the eyes to see." The ebon boy produced a white card and placed it in the Exterminator’s multi-digit manipulator. "Accept this address for a relatively honest money changer. Tell him you seek a beginner’s work and mention the Dodger." With that the ebon boy swirled his cloak, becoming a spinning pillar of flashing silver. The column dissolved into a glittering swirl of stars, and as the stars spread and faded, his voice offered a last, unremunerated piece of advice. "And, pray, find a better place to stay."