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She
nodded
.
We
drank
.
"
What
,
"
Josella
asked
as
we
started
on
an
expensive
-
tasting
pate
,
"
if
the
owner
of
all
this
suddenly
comes
back
?
"
In
that
case
we
will
explain
—
and
he
or
she
should
be
only
too
thankful
to
have
someone
here
to
tell
him
which
bottle
is
which
,
and
so
on
—
but
I
don
’
t
think
that
is
very
likely
to
happen
.
"
"
No
,
"
she
agreed
,
considering
.
"
No
.
I
’
m
afraid
that
’
s
not
very
likely
.
I
wonder
"
She
looked
round
the
room
.
Her
eyes
paused
at
a
fluted
white
pedestal
.
"
Did
you
try
the
radio
—
I
suppose
that
thing
is
a
radio
,
isn
’
t
it
?
"
"
It
’
s
a
television
projector
too
,
"
I
told
her
.
"
But
no
good
.
No
power
.
"
"
Of
course
.
I
forgot
.
I
suppose
we
’
ll
go
on
forgetting
things
like
that
for
quite
a
time
.
"
"
But
I
did
try
one
when
I
was
out
.
"
I
said
.
"
A
battery
affair
.
Nothing
doing
.
All
broadcast
bands
as
silent
as
the
grave
.
"
"
That
means
it
’
s
like
this
everywhere
?
"
"
I
’
m
afraid
so
.
There
was
something
pip
-
pipping
away
around
forty
-
two
meters
.
Otherwise
nothing
.
I
wonder
who
and
where
he
was
,
poor
chap
.
"
