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"
You
will
?
"
said
the
camel
-
hair
coat
.
"
It
’
s
just
what
we
want
,
"
she
explained
.
"
Or
it
will
be
,
once
we
’
ve
made
it
homey
.
Could
it
be
ready
for
Wednesday
?
"
"
Of
course
.
We
’
ll
have
all
of
this
rubbish
cleaned
out
of
here
tomorrow
,
no
problem
.
"
Richard
,
cold
and
dripping
and
wrapped
in
his
towel
,
glared
at
them
from
the
doorway
.
"
It
’
s
not
rubbish
,
"
he
said
.
"
It
’
s
my
stuff
.
"
"
We
’
ll
pick
up
the
keys
from
your
office
,
then
.
"
"
Excuse
me
,
"
said
Richard
,
plaintively
.
"
I
live
here
.
"
They
pushed
past
Richard
on
their
way
to
the
front
door
.
"
Pleasure
doing
business
with
you
,
"
said
the
camel
-
hair
coat
.
"
Can
you
.
.
.
can
any
of
you
hear
me
?
This
is
my
apartment
.
I
live
here
.
"
"
If
you
fax
contract
details
to
my
office
—
"
said
the
gruff
man
,
then
the
door
slammed
behind
them
and
Richard
stood
in
the
hallway
of
what
used
to
be
his
apartment
.
He
shivered
,
in
the
silence
,
from
the
cold
.
"
This
,
"
announced
Richard
to
the
world
,
in
direct
defiance
of
the
evidence
of
his
senses
,
"
is
not
happening
.
"
The
Batphone
shrilled
,
and
its
headlights
flashed
.
Richard
picked
it
up
,
warily
.
"
Hello
?
"
The
line
hissed
and
crackled
as
if
the
call
were
coming
from
a
long
way
away
.
The
voice
at
the
other
end
of
the
phone
was
unfamiliar
.
"
Mister
Mayhew
?
"
it
said
.
"
Mister
Richard
Mayhew
?
"
