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Macdonald followed Rameses into the flat on the ground floor. Some of the ceiling had fallen down in the practice room and the place looked even more demented than before, but strangely enough the big brown tea-pot still stood intact on the table.
“Thank God!” said Mr. Rameses. “I’m as thirsty as hell. Tea for me—every time.”