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’
You
should
get
a
bodyguard
as
well
,
’
said
Mort
.
’
I
must
go
.
I
have
important
things
to
do
.
Farewell
,
’
he
added
,
in
what
he
hoped
was
the
right
tone
of
injured
pride
.
’
Shall
I
see
you
again
?
’
said
Keli
.
’
There
’
s
lots
I
want
to
—
’
That
might
not
be
a
good
idea
,
if
you
think
about
it
,
’
said
Mort
haughtily
.
He
clicked
his
tongue
,
and
Binky
leapt
into
the
air
,
cleared
the
parapet
and
cantered
up
into
the
blue
morning
sky
.
’
I
wanted
to
say
thank
you
!
’
Keli
yelled
after
him
.
The
maid
,
who
couldn
’
t
get
over
the
feeling
that
something
was
wrong
and
had
followed
her
,
said
,
’
Are
you
all
right
,
ma
’
am
?
’
Keli
looked
at
her
distractedly
.
’
What
?
’
she
demanded
.
’
I
just
wondered
if
–
everything
was
all
right
?
’
Keli
’
s
shoulders
sagged
.
’
No
,
’
she
said
.
’
Everything
’
s
all
wrong
.
There
’
s
a
dead
assassin
in
my
bedroom
.
Could
you
please
have
something
done
about
it
?
