Somehow, this was an oddity too many. He could accept the Mind the Gap thing, and the Earl’s Court, and even the strange library. But damn it, like all Londoners, he knew his Tube map, and this was going too far. ‘There isn’t a British Museum station,’ said Richard, firmly. ‘There isn’t?’ boomed the Earl. ‘Then, mm, then you must be very careful as you get off the train.’ And he guffawed, delightedly, and tapped his jester on the shoulder. ‘Hear that, Tooley? I am as funny as you are.’ The jester smiled as bleak a smile as ever was seen. ‘My sides are splitting, my ribs are cracking, and my
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