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The fog changes everything, doesn’t it?’ said Soll unhappily. ‘Er, do you think your little dog can find his way to the studio? He seems quite bright.’
‘Growl, growlAfter a few false turns the archway of Century of the Fruitbat passed overhead like a ghost. There were more people here; the site seemed to be filling up with lost wanderers who didn’t know where else to go.
There was a coach waiting outside Dibbler’s office and Dibbler himself stood beside it, stamping his feet.
‘Come on, come on,’ he said, ‘I’ve sent Gaffer ahead with the film. Get in, the pair of you.’
‘Can we travel in this?’ said Victor.,’ said Gaspode, and sat up and begged in what Victor at least recognized as a sarcastic way.‘My word,’ said Soll. ‘It’s as if he understands, isn’t it?’Gaspode barked sharply. After a second or two there was a barrage of excited answering barks.‘Of course, that’ll be Laddie,’ said Soll. ‘What a clever dog!’Gaspode looked smug.‘Mind you, that’s Laddie in a nutshell,’ said Soll, as they set off towards the barking. ‘I expect he could teach your dog a few tricks, eh?’Victor didn’t dare look down.