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didn't tell me anything except SQUEAK and I don't know what that means,' said Susan. 'But . . . look, there's no wall here, there's just . . .'
Albert wrenched open a drawer.
'Observe,' he said sharply. 'Hammer, right? Nail, right? Watch.'
He hammered of sausages. No fresh vegetables at all. Miss Butts advocated avoiding fried foods and eating plenty of vegetables for what she referred to as Daily Health. She putthe nail into the air about five feet up at the edge of the tiled area. It hung there.'Wall,' said Albert.Susan reached out gingerly and touched the nail. It had a sticky feel, a little like static electricity.'Well, it doesn't feel like a wall to me,' she managed.SQUEAK.Albert dropped the hammer on the table.He wasn't a small man, Susan realized. He was quite tall, but he walked with the kind of lopsided stoop normally associated with laboratory assistants of an Igor turn of mind.'I give in,' he said, wagging his finger at Susan again. 'I told him no good'd come of it. He started meddlin', and next thing a mere chit of a girl‑ where'd you go?'Susan walked over to the table while Albert waved his arms in the air, trying to find her.There was a cheeseboard on the table, and a snuff box. And a string a lot of troubles down to an absence of Daily Health.
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