“Did you manage to catch any of the conversation?” asked Jekyll.
“I'm afraid not, but it certainly didn't look friendly. Vortex was waving his arms wildly about, and Flange was stamping his feet.”
“Mmmm.” Jekyll took a swig of his rapidly cooling and congealing beverage. “What did you do after that?”
“I was going to hang around for a couple of minutes until I was sure that Flange wasn't going to come back out, and that Vortex had definitely gone, but as I was standing in that alley I got scared.”
“Scared? Why?”
“The only way I can describe it is that I felt spooked, like someone had just walked over my grave. I felt cold and shivery and a bit nauseous, but I couldn't put my finger on why. Still can't, as a matter of fact. I didn't care who saw me at that point, I just wanted to get ou
