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’
Would
anyone
like
a
drink
?
’
she
said
.
Keli
ignored
her
.
’
I
was
expecting
a
castle
at
least
,
’
she
said
.
’
Big
and
black
,
with
great
dark
towers
.
Not
an
umbrella
stand
.
’
’
It
has
got
a
scythe
in
it
,
’
Cutwell
pointed
out
.
’
Let
’
s
all
go
into
the
study
and
sit
down
and
I
’
m
sure
we
’
ll
all
feel
better
,
’
said
Ysabell
hurriedly
,
and
pushed
open
the
black
baize
door
.
Cutwell
and
Keli
stepped
through
,
bickering
.
Ysabell
took
Mort
’
s
arm
.
’
What
are
we
going
to
do
now
?
’
she
said
.
’
Father
will
be
very
angry
if
he
finds
them
here
.
’
’
I
’
ll
think
of
something
,
’
said
Mort
.
’
I
’
ll
rewrite
the
autobiographies
or
something
.
’
He
smiled
weakly
.
’
Don
’
t
worry
.
I
’
ll
think
of
something
.
’
The
door
slammed
behind
him
.
Mort
turned
to
look
into
Albert
’
s
grinning
face
.
The
big
leather
armchair
behind
the
desk
revolved
slowly
.
Death
looked
at
Mort
over
steepled
fingers
.
When
he
was
quite
certain
he
had
their
full
,
horrified
attention
,
he
said
:
YOU
HAD
BETTER
START
NOW
.
