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flask. Mad Drongo Adrian slammed the lid down, in total terror of the Archchancellor.
And then they could hear it . . . a persistent faint beat, rebounding off the inner walls of the glass flask.
The students peered in at it.
There was something in there. A sort of movement in the air . . .
'I trapped it in thesome people born with the instinctive feeling that the universe is solvable.
Ridcully patted him on the shoulder.
'You never thought that being a wizard was going to be easy, did you?'
Ponder stared at the jar, and then his mouth snapped into a thin line of determination.
'Right! We're going to sort this out! It must be something to do with the frequency! That's right! Tez the Terrible, get the crystal ball! Skazz, fetch the roll of steel wire! It must be the frequency!'
The Band With Rocks In slept the night away in a single males' hostel in an alley off Gleam Drum last night.''That's not possible,' said Ponder. 'You can't trap music.''That isn't Klatchian mist, lad.''It's been in that mug since last night?' said Ponder.'Yes.''But that's not possible!'Ponder looked absolutely crestfallen. There are
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