““The Trader held the ring horizontal and let the fingertips of his right hand circle over it. As he did so, he closed his eyes, murmured something to himself, and was silent again. His eyes remained closed; he did not move. "What's he doing?" whispered Walker. Soledad shrugged her shoulders. "Something terribly powerful." "Wrong." replied the Trader. "I'm concentrating on the mosquito bite on my left heel, so it will stop itching." "Oh," Walker said seriously. "Mosquito bite?" Soledad repeated. "I can't catch ghosts if my foot is itching. I beg you for a little more understanding." "But of course," Walker said spitefully.””
