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XIV: Comrades in Crime 



"Come," said Old Shellover. 

 "Aye," said Creep. 



AND they headed for my garden! 

 At the time I did not know it. Our 

 acquaintance, I thought, was confined to the 

 pages of Peacock Pie. There, with horns thrust 

 forth for prowling, they were pointed out to me 

 by a small smudgy finger as fellows who would 

 well bear watching. Even a five-year old could 

 see they were bent upon mischief. But to me 

 they looked rather jolly, much like two inmates 

 of some Old Man's Home who though halt of 



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