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'Excuse me,' he said, and they went into a huddle.
Mort measured the distance to the end of the alley. He wouldn't make it. Anyway, these three looked as though chasing people Mort had just stepped backwards again. Through a wall.
The leading thief glared at the solid stone that had swallowed Mort, and then threw down his knifewas another thing they were good at. It was only logic that left them feeling a little stretched.Their leader turned back to Mort. He gave a final glance at the other two. They both nodded decisively.'I think we kill you and take a chance on the money,' he said. 'We don't want this sort of thing to spread.'The other two drew their knives.Mort swallowed. 'This could be unwise,' he said.'Why?''Well, I won't like it, for one.''You're not supposed to like it, you're supposed to – die,' said the thief, advancing.'I don't think I'm due to die,' said Mort, backing away. 'I'm sure I would have been told.''Yeah,' said the thief, who was getting fed up with this. 'Yeah, well, you have been, haven't you? Great steaming elephant turds!'