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The Demon's Cave By Keith McArdle Dan adjusted the leather skull cap. The hearing cups nestled more securely around his ears and the roar of the plane's engines immediately faded to a dull rumble. He reached into a pocket, fingers clamping onto a piece of paper. He dragged it clear and unfolded the note. The words were written by a neat hand, the letters beautiful, clean strokes of ink. Mr. Dan Atwood, I am told you can help. I would like to add a Quinkin to my collection. If you accept the three gold guineas on offer, you will fly to a small airstrip 25 miles north of Melbourne and God willing capture one of these creatures. All expenses p