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But
,
of
course
,
just
because
he
was
forty
miles
away
didn
’
t
mean
he
wasn
’
t
here
as
well
.
.
.
.
And
in
his
untidy
room
Cutwell
turned
the
gold
coin
over
and
over
in
his
fingers
,
muttering
’
walls
’
to
himself
,
and
draining
the
bottle
.
He
appeared
to
notice
what
he
was
doing
only
when
there
was
no
more
to
drink
,
at
which
point
his
eyes
focused
on
the
bottle
and
,
through
a
rising
pink
mist
,
read
the
label
which
said
’
Granny
Weatherwax
’
s
Ramrub
Invigoratore
and
Passion
’
s
Philtre
,
Onne
Spoonful
Onlie
before
bed
and
that
Smalle
’
.
’
By
myself
?
’
said
Mort
.
CERTAINLY
.
I
HAVE
EVERY
FAITH
IN
YOU
.
’
Gosh
!
’
The
suggestion
put
everything
else
out
of
Mort
’
s
mind
,
and
he
was
rather
surprised
to
find
that
he
didn
’
t
feel
particularly
squeamish
.
He
’
d
seen
quite
a
few
deaths
in
the
last
week
or
so
,
and
all
the
horror
went
out
of
it
when
you
knew
you
’
d
be
speaking
to
the
victim
afterwards
.
Most
of
them
were
relieved
,
one
or
two
of
them
were
angry
,
but
they
were
all
glad
of
a
few
helpful
words
.
THINK
YOU
CAN
DO
IT
?
’
Well
,
sir
.
Yes
.
I
think
.
’
THAT
’
S
THE
SPIRIT
.
I
’
VE
LEFT
BlNKY
BY
THE
HORSETROUGH
ROUND
THE
CORNER
.
TAKE
HIM
STRAIGHT
HOME
WHEN
YOU
’
VE
FINISHED
.
