"I KNOW Manx has a great sense of smell, but this pot's been on the boil for two days now, and—" "I haven't made a concoction like this in a very long time," Tisana said equably, "but if you've got any better ideas, I'd love to hear them." As an accomplished witch, Tisana was capable of a great many remarkable things, but distilling the scent of Zetithian male was trickier than most. She was glad she'd brought her books along when she and Leo had left her homeworld of Utopia to travel with Jack and Cat, otherwise she would have had to wing it—with uncertain results. "Well, we've had you talking to all the animals around, and none of them have seen him, or if they have, they haven't lived to tell about it. Cat says Manx was a darn good hunter. He might have killed all the witnesses." Tisana rolled her eyes. "He hasn't killed them all," she said with a chuckle. "If he's even here." "You heard what Lester said," Jack countered. "There were Nedwuts here looking for a cat.
