"He was teleporting a chest of silver we'd spotted at the governor's daughter's wedding reception,' said Mercer.
"Somewhere between the hotel there and and our rendez-vous spot Yard lost contact. So the silverware popped up, materialized, someplace else. Fortunately I was able to get an extrasensory hunch and located it under the floorboards at a homosexual roller-skating rink fifteen miles from here. I had to drag him there to look at it again before he could teleport it."
— The Cybernetic Tabernacle Job
Наслаждаюсь книжкой, найденной у букиниста в городе моаб, юта; фантастика семидесятых такая забавная.