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’
No
.
Why
?
’
’
Oh
,
nothing
,
nothing
.
’
Cutwell
turned
and
looked
closely
at
the
wall
behind
Mort
.
’
Aren
’
t
the
dead
allowed
any
peace
?
’
said
Keli
bitterly
.
’
I
thought
one
thing
you
could
be
sure
of
when
you
were
dead
was
a
good
night
’
s
sleep
.
’
She
looked
as
though
she
had
been
crying
.
With
an
insight
that
surprised
him
,
Mort
realised
that
she
knew
this
and
that
it
was
making
her
even
angrier
than
before
.
That
’
s
not
really
fair
,
’
he
said
.
’
I
’
ve
come
to
help
.
Isn
’
t
that
right
,
Cutwell
?
’
’
Hmm
?
’
said
Cutwell
,
who
had
found
the
crossbow
bolt
buried
in
the
plaster
and
was
looking
at
it
with
deep
suspicion
.
’
Oh
,
yes
.
He
has
.
It
won
’
t
work
,
though
.
Excuse
me
,
has
anyone
got
any
string
?
’
’
Help
?
’
snapped
Keli
.
’
Help
?
If
it
wasn
’
t
for
you
—
’
’
You
’
d
still
be
dead
,
’
said
Mort
.
She
looked
at
him
with
her
mouth
open
.
’
I
wouldn
’
t
know
about
it
,
though
,
’
she
said
.
That
’
s
the
worst
part
.
’
’
I
think
you
two
had
better
go
,
’
said
Cutwell
to
the
guards
,
who
were
trying
to
appear
inconspicuous
.
’
But
I
’
ll
have
that
spear
,
please
.
Thank
you
.
’
