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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?'

'I'm afraid it's yes,' said one or other of his visitors.

The duo hastened to his aid.

'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.'

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

'Get off me. Just give me that frigging newspaper.' Fred snatched away the copy of the Brentford Mercury and began to pace up and down, reading as he paced. Words all beginning with the letter F spilled from his mouth but, what with the law of diminishing returns and everything, they will remain unrecorded.

'Are you sure it wasn't him?'

'Get off me. Just give me that frigging newspaper.' Fred snatched away the copy of the Brentford Mercury and began to pace up and down, reading as he paced. Words all beginning with the letter F spilled from his mouth but, what with the law of diminishing returns and everything, they will remain unrecorded.

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

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

'Which one of you said that?'

'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).

'You are our worst nightmare, sir.'

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

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

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

'Get off me. Just give me that frigging newspaper.' Fred snatched away the copy of the Brentford Mercury and began to pace up and down, reading as he paced. Words all beginning with the letter F spilled from his mouth but, what with the law of diminishing returns and everything, they will remain unrecorded.

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

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

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

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

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).

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

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