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’
Look
,
’
said
the
landlord
,
’
a
joke
’
s
a
joke
,
but
—
’
’
You
had
a
green
shirt
on
before
!
’
The
landlord
looked
down
.
There
was
an
edge
of
terror
in
his
voice
.
’
Before
what
?
’
he
quavered
.
To
his
astonishment
,
and
before
his
hand
could
complete
its
surreptitious
journey
towards
the
blackthorn
stick
,
Mort
lunged
across
the
bar
and
grabbed
him
by
the
apron
.
’
You
’
ve
got
a
green
shirt
,
haven
’
t
you
?
’
he
said
.
’
I
saw
it
,
it
had
little
yellow
buttons
!
’
’
Well
,
yes
.
I
’
ve
got
two
shirts
.
’
The
landlord
tried
to
draw
himself
up
a
little
.
’
I
’
m
a
man
of
means
,
’
he
added
.
’
I
just
didn
’
t
wear
it
today
.
’
He
didn
’
t
want
to
know
how
Mort
knew
about
the
buttons
.
Mort
let
him
go
and
spun
round
.
’
They
’
re
all
sitting
in
different
places
!
Where
’
s
the
man
who
was
sitting
by
the
fire
?
It
’
s
all
changed
!
’
He
ran
out
through
the
door
and
there
was
a
muffled
cry
from
outside
.
He
dashed
back
,
wild
-
eyed
,
and
confronted
the
horrified
crowd
.
