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Someone seemed to be in trouble.
“Gerhardt!
“Mmmnn,” the old elf said as he crawled further under the covers.
There was a hammering coming from somewhere, loud and urgent.
“Ah, you bloody idiot,” Arthur muttered to himself as he pulled the covers up over his head.
There was complete silence.
No sooner did he poke his head out then the noise started all over.
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Now the nutter was knocking with what sounded to him like a sledgehammer.
“Gerhardt, pleeeese!
Groggily, Arthur sat up and rubbed his eyes.
“Get up, you bony old goat!
“What!” Arthur sprang his shriveled frame out of the bed. “Who does he think he is calling me a ‘bony old goat?’”
“Hurry Gerhardt, it’s coming!”
“I’m coming, I’m coming!” Arthur sung out.
“Please Gerhardt!” Wilkie whimpered. “Help me.
The door rocked on its hinges.
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Throwing open the door, Arthur found a pale and shaking Wilkie in his nightshirt, wringing his purple-striped nightcap.
“Here!
“There’s a damn ghost after me!
“Well, I’m not surprised,” said Arthur indignantly. “This old hotel happens has a history of hauntings.
Wilkie grabbed the lapels of Arthur’s pajamas and shook him until his gold teeth rattled.
“It chased me right out of bed and out of my room,” he said reproachfully. “You took a bloody long time answering the Glazarotsnatz door!
“Leggo of me!” Arthur squeaked, struggling to free himself from the grasp of the panic-stricken Ghoul.
“To Draumgurgle with your shirt!” said Wilkie belligerently. “What about my goodnight sleep?”
“What about my goodnight sleep?” retorted Arthur, despairingly. “What about the other guests’goodnight sleeps?”
“Mischievous?” said Wilkie, bristling indignantly. “It attacked me!”
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Before Arthur could close the door, Wilkie scrambled across the threshold, shoving him aside.
“Oh no!” Wilkie yelped as he slammed the door shut. “You’re not leaving me out there!
“Hey, I paid for this suite out of me own pocketbook, and I have no intention of sharing it with…Hand-of-Glory?” Arthur looked at him blankly. “What Hand-of-Glory?’
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“That thing that attacked me!”
Arthur regarded him skeptically. “Don’t be absurd.
“Still it could be done,” Wilkie pointed out, “and who said it had to come from someone who’s been hung?”
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“Little kid’s hand, huh?”
”Yeah, that’s right.
“Gee, that’s weird,” muttered Arthur, not sure what to make of Wilkie’s story. “The ones I’m familiar with are large, shriveled, and grotty-looking.
“Or a sending,” Wilkie suggested, glancing nervously around the room.
“Don’t be bloody ridiculous,” said Arthur scornfully. “You got yourself a ghost.
“Ahh, get real, Gerhardt!” Wilkie snarled. “We all know who’s to blame for all this!”
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“Oh, yes, ‘Her,’” said Wilkie, scowling ferociously. “The one who nearly swallowed you back in Octopus Bay when you buzzing about as a bothersome horsefly…”
“Must you remind me of that,” said Arthur acidly. “Anyway, what’s she got against you?
“I saw her true face in those few harrowing minutes,” Wilkie replied. “So I suppose she’s after me because of that?”
“Oh, come now, old chum,” Arthur retorted. “I think your imagination’s getting the better of you.
“So what are we going to do about it?” asked Wilkie irritably.
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“Oh, well, just take my advice and go sprinkle it with some spirit repellant,” said Arthur casually. “As for the slomgath situation, it could wait till tomorrow.” He jerked a thumb over his shoulder. “As for me, I’m going straight to bed.”
“WHAT?” shouted Wilkie, as Arthur pushed him towards the door. “You’re not going to help me? You’re just going to hit the sack while your dear ole friend and colleague’s going to be murdered in his sleep by spectral proxy!”▼
▲“WHAT?” shouted Wilkie, as Arthur pushed him towards the door. “You’re not going to help me?
“Oh quit your worrying, dear boy,” Arthur reassured him. “Just follow my advice and you’ll soon have a peaceful night sleep; I quite guarantee it. That Niamth would have to be pretty desperate to attempt something like that.”▼
▲“Oh quit your worrying, dear boy,” Arthur reassured him. “Just follow my advice and you’ll soon have a peaceful night sleep; I quite guarantee it.
As soon as Wilkie disappeared completely from view down the hall, Arthur slammed the door, locking it tight.
Pah!
He sighed wearily as he crawled back into bed and switched off the light.
Soon he found himself yawning, his eyes getting heavier.
''Mouse'', thought Arthur. ''Or perhaps even a rat.
For one long moment, he laid there with wide fixed eyes, clamping his gold plated teeth tight until he tasted the iron of his bitten tongue.
Then something tightly clutched his wrist.
Back in his room, Wilkie was having a hard time getting back to sleep.
Now just when he was getting ready to doze off and drift into dreamland, there came that infuriating knocking.
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Wilkie’s grew livid. “Can’t a person doze in peace around here?”
Bolting up, he stormed to the door and squinted through the peephole.
“Arthur--?”
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