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"
Oook
!
"
"
Like
murder
?
"
"
Eeek
.
"
"
Worse
than
murder
?
"
"
Eeek
!
"
The
Librarian
knuckled
over
to
the
door
and
bounced
up
and
down
urgently
.
Carrot
gulped
.
Orders
were
orders
,
yes
,
but
this
was
something
else
.
The
people
in
this
city
were
capable
of
anything
.
He
buckled
on
his
breastplate
,
screwed
his
sparkling
helmet
on
to
his
head
,
and
strode
towards
the
door
.
Then
he
remembered
his
responsibilities
.
He
went
back
to
the
desk
,
found
a
scrap
of
paper
,
and
painstakingly
wrote
:
Out
Fighting
Crime
,
Pleass
Call
Again
Later
.
Thankyou
.
And
then
he
went
out
on
to
the
streets
,
untarnished
and
unafraid
.
The
Supreme
Grand
Master
raised
his
arms
.
"
Brethren
,
"
he
said
,
"
let
us
begin
.
.
.
"
It
was
so
easy
.
All
you
had
to
do
was
channel
that
great
septic
reservoir
of
jealousy
and
cringing
resentment
that
the
Brothers
had
in
such
abundance
,
harness
their
dreadful
mundane
unpleasantness
which
had
a
force
greater
in
its
way
than
roaring
evil
,
and
then
open
your
own
mind
.
.
.
