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The
silence
that
followed
held
a
rare
quality
of
breathless
anticipation
as
the
assembled
company
waited
to
see
what
would
happen
next
.
Charley
carefully
put
down
the
glass
,
whose
smears
had
been
buffed
up
to
a
brilliant
shine
,
and
looked
down
at
Nobby
.
Nobby
was
endeavoring
to
pretend
that
he
was
totally
alone
and
had
no
connection
whatsoever
with
anyone
who
might
be
standing
next
to
him
and
coincidentally
wearing
an
identical
uniform
.
"
What
’
d
he
mean
,
Justices
?
"
he
said
to
Nobby
.
"
There
ain
’
t
no
Justices
.
"
Nobby
gave
a
terrified
shrug
.
"
New
,
is
he
?
"
said
Charley
.
"
Make
it
easy
on
yourself
,
"
said
Carrot
.
"
This
is
nothing
personal
,
you
understand
,
"
said
Charley
to
Nobby
.
"
It
’
s
just
a
wossname
.
Had
a
wizard
in
here
the
other
night
talking
about
it
.
Sort
of
bendy
educational
thing
,
you
know
?
"
He
appeared
to
think
for
a
moment
.
"
Learning
curve
.
That
was
it
.
It
’
s
a
learning
curve
.
Detritus
,
get
your
big
stony
arse
over
here
a
moment
.
"
Generally
,
about
this
time
in
the
Mended
Drum
,
someone
throws
a
glass
.
And
,
in
fact
,
this
now
happened
.
.
.
.
