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'I'm a raven,' said the raven, nervously. 'Incidentally, one of the most intelligent birds. Most people would say it's the mynah bird, but-'

SQUEAK! The raven ruffled its feathers.

'I'm here as an interpreter,' it said.

'Has he found him?' said Albert. The Death of Rats squeaked at length.

'Looked everywhere. No sign,' said the raven. 'Then he don't want to be found,' said Albert. He smeared the grease off a plate with a skull pattern on it. 'I don't like that.' SQUEAK. 'The rat says that's not the worst thing,' said the raven. 'The rat says you ought to know what the granddaughter has been doing . . .’

The rat squeaked. The raven talked. The plate shattered on the sink.

'I knew it!' Albert shouted. 'Saving him! She hasn't got the faintest idea! Right! I'm going to sort this out. The Master thinks he can slope off, eh? Not from old Albert! You two wait here!'

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Soul Music - p193-194