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 spot the Rat had slipped away somewhere else, gliding through the throng easily, with city-bred slipperiness.

He pushed his way to the front, and stood for a moment in thought. It was plain that he had little chance of finding Teck in this constantly growing crowd, unless it was by accident.

A hand touched his arm, lightly, and a beloved voice came through the air to him.

“Oh, Val, how glad I am to find you here!”

He whirled swiftly, a great relief in his heart. Jessica was standing next to him.