‘I wonder if this one will go wrong, too.’ He didn’t have to wonder for long. ‘By the way,’ Blabbermouth said casually. ‘I took the little liberty, at a certain Water Genie’s express request, of removing, from under your pillow, the Disconnecting Tool which you stole without so much as a by-your-leave.’ Haroun, aghast, searched frantically through his bedclothes; but the Disconnector was gone, and with it the means of getting an interview with the Walrus in order to get Rashid’s Story Water subscription renewed … ‘I thought you were my friend,’ he said accusingly. Blabbermouth shrugged. ‘Your plan’s totally out of date, anyway,’ she replied. ‘Iff told me all about it; but your father’s here himself now, he can sort out his own problem.’ ‘You don’t get it,’ Haroun sadly said. ‘I wanted to do it for him.’ There was a fanfare of trumpets from the Pleasure Garden. Haroun jumped out of bed and ran to the window. Down below him in the Garden was a great commotion, or rustling, of Pages.
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