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'Hm,' said Fred. 'What are you feckless furtlers on about?'

The form-fetcher unfolded a newspaper and displayed its front page.

'There's been a flipping foul-up,' said the form-fetcher.

'Well, I do, sir, yes. But it might be helpful if you were just to run through it all one more time.'

'Correct, not just any old Chamber of Power, you will notice. But the Chamber of Ultimate Power. And who am I?'

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'Right,' said Fred. 'One more time and try to pay attention. First question. Where are we now, at this precise moment?'

'You are our worst nightmare, sir.'

'Correct, not just any old Chamber of Power, you will notice. But the Chamber of Ultimate Power. And who am I?'

'I wasn't speaking to you.'

'If I say it's no, then I bloody well mean it.' Fred tore the newspaper to shreds and flung the pieces all about. We've worked too long and hard on this,' Fred shouted. 'How could it happen? Tell me how?'

'You are our worst nightmare, sir.'

'Which one of you said that?'

'If I say it's no, then I bloody well mean it.' Fred tore the newspaper to shreds and flung the pieces all about. We've worked too long and hard on this,' Fred shouted. 'How could it happen? Tell me how?'

'I wasn't speaking to you.'

'Foul-up,' said the first fellow. 'Not to put too fine a point on it.'

'Correct, not just any old Chamber of Power, you will notice. But the Chamber of Ultimate Power. And who am I?'

'You are our worst nightmare, sir.'

'If I say it's no, then I bloody well mean it.' Fred tore the newspaper to shreds and flung the pieces all about. We've worked too long and hard on this,' Fred shouted. 'How could it happen? Tell me how?'

'There's been a flipping foul-up,' said the form-fetcher.

'Foul-up,' said the fellow who hadn't fetched the form.

'Hm,' said Fred. 'What are you feckless furtlers on about?'

'One of Compton-Cummings's books escaped the pulping. It fell into the hands of this Pooley chap and somehow he and another chap called Omally located the Brentford Scrolls.'

One of the anonymous duo fetched over the form and both of them sat down upon it (which must have meant that it was a bench, rather than a piece of paper).

'Tuck me' said Fred, and fell off the fender.

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