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There
was
a
pact
,
’
said
Albert
,
but
there
was
the
barest
gnat
-
song
of
doubt
in
his
voice
.
There
was
an
agreement
.
’
’
Not
with
me
.
’
There
was
an
agreement
!
Where
would
we
be
if
we
could
not
honour
an
agreement
?
’
’
I
don
’
t
know
where
I
would
be
,
’
said
Mort
softly
.
BUT
I
KNOW
WHERE
YOU
WOULD
GO
.
That
’
s
not
fair
!
’
Now
it
was
a
whine
.
THERE
’
S
NO
JUSTICE
.
THERE
’
S
JUST
ME
.
’
Stop
it
,
’
said
Ysabell
.
’
Mort
,
you
’
re
being
silly
.
You
can
’
t
kill
anyone
here
.
Anyway
,
you
don
’
t
really
want
to
kill
Albert
.
’
’
Not
here
.
But
I
could
send
him
back
to
the
world
.
’
Albert
went
pale
.
’
You
wouldn
’
t
!
’
