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"
What
?
"
he
asked
,
closing
the
book
in
a
hurry
.
"
What
do
you
want
?
"
"
To
talk
to
you
,
Percy
,
"
I
said
,
"
that
's
all
.
"
But
he
read
a
hell
of
a
lot
more
than
a
desire
to
talk
on
our
faces
,
and
was
up
like
a
shot
,
hurrying
--
not
quite
running
,
but
almost
--
toward
the
open
door
to
the
storeroom
.
He
thought
we
had
come
to
give
him
a
ragging
at
the
very
least
,
and
more
likely
a
good
roughing
up
.
Harry
cut
around
behind
him
and
blocked
the
doorway
,
arms
folded
on
his
chest
.
"
Saaay
!
"
Percy
turned
to
me
,
alarmed
but
trying
not
to
show
it
.
"
What
is
this
?
"
"
Do
n't
ask
,
Percy
,
"
I
said
.
I
had
thought
I
'd
be
okay
--
back
to
normal
,
anyway
--
once
we
actually
got
rolling
on
this
crazy
business
,
but
it
was
n't
working
out
that
way
.
I
could
n't
believe
what
I
was
doing
.
It
was
like
a
bad
dream
.
I
kept
expecting
my
wife
to
shake
me
awake
and
tell
me
I
'd
been
moaning
in
my
sleep
.
"
It
'll
be
easier
if
you
just
go
along
with
it
.
"
What
's
Howell
got
behind
his
back
?
"
Percy
asked
in
a
ragged
voice
,
turning
to
get
a
better
look
at
Brutal
.
"
Nothing
,
"
Brutal
said
.
"
Well
...
this
,
I
suppose
--
!
"
He
whipped
the
straitjacket
out
and
shook
it
beside
one
hip
,
like
a
matador
shaking
his
cape
to
make
the
bull
charge
.
