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’
Well
,
it
means
no
,
’
said
Cutwell
.
’
But
you
said
—
’
’
That
was
advertising
,
’
said
the
wizard
.
’
It
’
s
a
kind
of
magic
I
’
ve
been
working
on
.
What
was
it
you
were
wanting
,
anyway
?
’
He
leered
suggestively
.
’
A
love
philtre
,
yes
?
Something
to
encourage
the
young
ladies
?
’
’
Is
it
possible
to
walk
through
walls
?
’
said
Mort
desperately
.
Cutwell
paused
with
his
hand
already
halfway
to
a
large
bottle
full
of
sticky
liquid
.
’
Using
magic
?
’
’
Um
,
’
said
Mort
,
’
I
don
’
t
think
so
.
’
Then
pick
very
thin
walls
,
’
said
Cutwell
.
’
Better
still
,
use
the
door
.
The
one
over
there
would
be
favourite
,
if
you
’
ve
just
come
here
to
waste
my
time
.
’
Mort
hesitated
,
and
then
put
the
bag
of
gold
coins
on
the
table
.
The
wizard
glanced
at
them
,
made
a
little
whinnying
noise
in
the
back
of
his
throat
,
and
reached
out
,
Mort
’
s
hand
shot
across
and
grabbed
his
wrist
.
’
I
’
ve
walked
through
walls
,
’
he
said
,
slowly
and
deliberately
.
’
Of
course
you
have
,
of
course
you
have
,
’
mumbled
Cutwell
,
not
taking
his
eyes
off
the
bag
.
He
flicked
the
cork
out
of
the
bottle
of
blue
liquid
and
took
an
absent
-
minded
swig
.
