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“It is, rather,” he said. “I say, though! You didn’t want a quiet life, did you?” He turned to the woman with the mop. “Well?” he said. “Tell us the worst. Rats eaten the wedding cake? Archbishop of Canterbury forbidding the banns? Or just my dreadful relations causing their usual havoc?”
“No, sir!” said the maid (she must be a maid, Alex thought, with that mop). “The stables are on fire!”
“Great Scott!” said Atherton. He bolted out of the room, into the hall, and through the door that led to the kitchen. The others followed. The back door was open, and through it Alex could see billows of black smoke rising from somewhere at the bottom of the garden.
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