An idea was forming in the back of my mind. I didn’t like it one bit. “What do they look like, these hyphae?” “They can take a number of different forms,” said Miss Potter. “But the most common one is white filaments.” “Filaments.” I thought of Angus’s description of the fish. “Like slimy felt?” “Felt, certainly, if it’s a thick enough mat.” She smiled tranquilly up at me. “But in small amounts, it would look like fine white hairs.”
