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"
Two
o
’
clock
!
"
he
yelled
.
"
And
all
’
s
weeeellll
!
"
Which
was
astonishing
news
to
the
various
shadowy
figures
who
had
been
silently
shadowing
the
four
of
them
for
some
time
.
Only
sheer
puzzlement
had
prevented
them
making
their
attentions
sharp
and
plain
.
These
people
are
clearly
guards
,
they
were
thinking
,
they
’
ve
got
the
right
helmets
and
everything
,
and
yet
here
they
are
in
the
Shades
.
So
they
were
being
watched
with
the
fascination
that
a
pack
of
wolves
might
focus
on
a
handful
of
sheep
who
had
not
only
trotted
into
the
clearing
,
but
were
making
playful
butts
and
baa
-
ing
noises
;
the
outcome
was
,
of
course
,
going
to
be
mutton
but
in
the
meantime
inquisitiveness
gave
a
stay
of
execution
.
Carrot
raised
his
muzzy
head
.
"
Where
’
re
we
?
"
he
groaned
.
"
On
our
way
home
,
"
said
the
sergeant
.
He
looked
up
at
the
pitted
,
worm
-
eaten
and
knife
-
scored
sign
above
them
.
"
We
’
re
jus
’
goin
’
down
,
goin
’
down
,
goin
’
down
-
"
he
squinted
-
"
Sweetheart
Lane
.
"
"
Sweetheart
Lane
s
’
not
on
the
way
home
,
"
slurred
Nobby
.
"
We
wouldn
’
t
wanta
go
down
Sweetheart
Lane
,
it
’
s
in
the
Shades
.
Catch
us
goin
’
down
Sweetheart
Lane
-
"
There
was
a
crowded
moment
in
which
realisation
did
the
icy
work
of
a
good
night
’
s
sleep
and
several
pints
of
black
coffee
.
The
three
of
them
,
by
unspoken
agreement
,
clustered
up
towards
Carrot
.
"
What
we
gonna
do
,
Captain
?
"
said
Colon
.
"
Er
.
We
could
call
for
help
,
"
said
the
captain
uncertainly
.
"
What
,
here
?
"
