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the picture box, and they just go "oh". They never ask how it works. Mr Bird!’
The last word was a shout. After a while a door opened on the far side of the shack and a man appeared.
He had a . You’d be amazed how things’d fall to bits around here,’ he said, ‘if it weren’t for me and my ball of string.’
There was a sudden commotion from the box round his neck. He thumped it with the flat of his hand.
‘You lot can cut that out,’ he said. He nodded at Victor.
‘They gets fractious if their routine is upset,’ he said. picture box on a strap round his neck. Assorted tools hung from his belt. His hands were stained with chemicals and he had no eyebrows, which Victor was later to learn was a sure sign of someone who had been around octo-cellulose for any length of time. He also had his cap on back to front. ‘This is Gaffer Bird,’ beamed Silverfish. ‘Our head handleman. Gaffer, this is Victor. He’s going to act for us.’ ‘Oh,’ said Gaffer, looking at Victor in the same way that a butcher might look at a carcass. ‘Is he?’ ‘And he wants to know how things work!’ said Silverfish. Gaffer gave Victor another jaundiced look. ‘String,’ he said gloomily. ‘It all works by string