‘So this is it,’ said Arthur, ‘we are going to die.’ ‘Yes,’ said Ford, ‘except . . . no! Wait a minute!’ He suddenly lunged across the chamber at something behind Arthur’s line of vision. ‘What’s this switch?’ he cried. ‘What? Where?’ cried Arthur, twisting round. ‘No, I was only fooling,’ said Ford, ‘we are going to die after all.’
