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(
I
’
ve
heard
better
over
supermarket
loudspeakers
.
)
He
giggled
foolishly
.
He
looked
down
at
his
left
hand
and
saw
there
was
another
drink
in
it
,
half
-
full
.
He
emptied
it
at
a
gulp
.
Now
he
was
standing
in
front
of
the
mantelpiece
,
the
heat
from
the
crackling
fire
that
bad
been
laid
in
the
hearth
warming
his
legs
.
(
a
fire
?
…
in
August
?
…
yes
…
and
no
…
all
times
are
one
)
There
was
a
clock
under
a
glass
dome
,
flanked
by
two
carved
ivory
elephants
.
Its
hands
stood
at
a
minute
to
midnight
.
He
gazed
at
it
blearily
.
Had
this
been
what
Grady
wanted
him
to
see
?
He
turned
around
to
ask
,
but
Grady
had
left
him
.
Halfway
through
"
Ticket
to
Ride
,
"
the
band
wound
up
in
a
brassy
flourish
.
"
The
hour
is
at
hand
!
"
Horace
Derwent
proclaimed
.
"
Midnight
!
Unmask
!
Unmask
!
"
He
tried
to
turn
again
,
to
see
what
famous
faces
were
hidden
beneath
the
glitter
and
paint
and
masks
,
but
he
was
frozen
now
,
unable
to
look
away
from
the
clock
-
its
hands
had
come
together
and
pointed
straight
up
.
"
Unmask
!
Unmask
!
"
the
chant
went
up
.
