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’
Well
,
they
could
be
about
right
,
’
he
conceded
with
bad
grace
,
and
copied
out
the
two
names
on
a
scrap
of
paper
.
There
’
s
one
way
to
find
out
,
anyway
.
’
He
pulled
open
the
top
drawer
of
Death
’
s
desk
and
extracted
a
big
iron
keyring
.
There
was
only
one
key
on
it
.
WHAT
HAPPENS
NOW
?
said
Mort
.
’
We
’
ve
got
to
fetch
the
lifetimers
,
’
said
Albert
.
’
You
have
to
come
with
me
.
’
’
Mort
!
’
hissed
Ysabell
.
’
What
?
’
’
What
you
just
said
—
’
She
lapsed
into
silence
,
and
then
added
,
’
Oh
,
nothing
.
It
just
sounded
.
.
.
odd
.
’
’
I
only
asked
what
happens
now
,
’
said
Mort
.
’
Yes
,
but
–
oh
,
never
mind
:
’
Albert
brushed
past
them
and
sidled
out
into
the
hallway
like
a
two
-
legged
spider
until
he
reached
the
door
that
was
always
kept
locked
.
The
key
fitted
perfectly
.
The
door
swung
open
.
There
wasn
’
t
so
much
as
a
squeak
from
its
hinges
,
just
a
swish
of
deeper
silence
.
