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looked wistful.
‘Yeah,’ he repeated. ‘Er.’
‘I know what you mean,’ said Dibbler slowly.
‘It’s . . . I mean, it’s really great, but . . . well, I can’t help feeling . . . ‘
‘Yeah. There’s something wrong,’ said Dibbler flatly.
‘Not wrong,’ said Soll desperately. ‘Not exactly wrong. Not wrong as such. Just missing . . . ‘ He stopped, at a loss for words.
He sighed. And Dibbler sighed.
Overhead, the wall itself. Some of them were missing. It’d be a dangerous climb, even in daylight.
In the dark . . . not a chance.
The door slammed open behind him and Ginger strode in, dragging the handleman behind her.
‘Well?’ she said. ‘Hurry up. You’ve got to save that poor monkey.’thunder rolled.And out of the sky came a broomstick with two scream­ing wizards on it. Victor pushed open the door at the base of the Tower of Art.It was dark inside, and he could hear water dripping down from the distant roof.The tower was said to be the oldest building in the world. It certainly felt like it. It wasn’t used for anything now, and the internal floors had long ago rotted away, so that all that was left inside was the staircase.It was a spiral, made of huge slabs set into the
‘Ape,’ said Victor absently.