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The
regulars
turned
back
to
their
conversations
and
games
of
shovel
-
up
,
reassured
that
things
were
as
they
should
be
;
Mort
was
acting
perfectly
normally
now
.
The
landlord
,
relieved
that
the
brew
had
been
vindicated
,
reached
across
the
bar
top
and
patted
him
companionably
on
the
shoulder
.
’
It
’
s
all
right
,
’
he
said
.
’
It
often
takes
people
like
this
,
you
’
ll
just
have
a
headache
for
a
few
weeks
,
don
’
t
worry
about
it
,
a
drop
of
scumble
’
ll
see
you
all
right
again
.
’
It
is
a
fact
that
the
best
remedy
for
a
scumble
hangover
is
a
hair
of
the
dog
,
although
it
should
more
accurately
be
called
a
tooth
of
the
shark
or
possibly
a
tread
of
the
bulldozer
.
But
Mort
merely
went
on
pointing
and
said
,
in
a
trembling
voice
,
’
Can
’
t
you
see
it
?
It
’
s
coming
through
the
wall
!
It
’
s
coming
right
through
the
wall
!
’
’
A
lot
of
things
come
through
the
wall
after
your
first
drink
of
scumble
.
Green
hairy
things
,
usually
.
’
’
It
’
s
the
mist
!
Can
’
t
you
hear
it
sizzling
?
’
’
A
sizzling
mist
,
is
it
?
’
The
landlord
looked
at
the
wall
,
which
was
quite
empty
and
unmysterious
except
for
a
few
cobwebs
.
The
urgency
in
Mort
’
s
voice
unsettled
him
.
He
would
have
preferred
the
normal
scaly
monsters
.
A
man
knew
where
he
stood
with
them
.
’
It
’
s
coming
right
across
the
room
!
Can
’
t
you
feel
it
?
’
The
customers
looked
at
one
another
.
Mort
was
making
them
uneasy
.
One
or
two
of
them
admitted
later
that
they
did
feel
something
,
rather
like
an
icy
tingle
,
but
it
could
have
been
indigestion
.
Mort
backed
away
,
and
then
gripped
the
bar
.
He
shivered
for
a
moment
.
