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They
were
leering
.
They
were
good
at
it
.
One
of
them
had
drawn
a
knife
,
which
he
waved
in
little
circles
in
the
air
.
He
advanced
slowly
towards
Mort
,
while
the
other
two
hung
back
to
provide
immoral
support
.
’
Give
us
the
money
,
’
he
rasped
.
Mort
’
s
hand
went
to
the
bag
on
his
belt
.
’
Hang
on
a
minute
,
’
he
said
.
’
What
happens
then
?
’
’
What
?
’
’
I
mean
,
is
it
my
money
or
my
life
?
’
said
Mort
.
’
That
’
s
the
sort
of
thing
robbers
are
supposed
to
demand
.
Your
money
or
your
life
.
I
read
that
in
a
book
once
,
’
he
added
.
’
Possibly
,
possibly
,
’
conceded
the
robber
.
He
felt
he
was
losing
the
initiative
,
but
rallied
magnificently
.
’
On
the
other
hand
,
it
could
be
your
money
and
your
life
.
Pulling
off
the
double
,
you
might
say
.
’
The
man
looked
sideways
at
his
colleagues
,
who
sniggered
on
cue
.
’
In
that
case
—
’
said
Mort
,
and
hefted
the
bag
in
one
hand
preparatory
to
chucking
it
as
far
out
into
the
Ankh
as
he
could
,
even
though
there
was
a
reasonable
chance
it
would
bounce
.
’
Hey
,
what
are
you
doing
,
’
said
the
robber
.
He
started
to
run
forward
,
but
halted
when
Mort
gave
the
bag
a
threatening
jerk
.
