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It was very polite, but it just kept going and it asked all the wrong questions. A wrong question for Maurice was one that he didn’t want anyone to ask.
    Peaches gave her little cough again. “The reason I say we’ve got more money, Maurice, is that you said what were called ‘gold coins’ were shiny like the moon and ‘silver coins’ were shiny like the sun, and you’d keep all the silver coins. In fact, Maurice, that’s the wrong way around. It’s the silver coins that are shiny like the moon.”
    Maurice thought a rude word in cat language, which has a great many of them. What was the point of education, he thought, if people went out afterward and used it?
    â€œSo we think, sir,” said Dangerous Beans to Hamnpork, “that after this one last time, we should share out the money and go our separate ways. Besides, it’s getting dangerous to keep repeating the same trick. We should stop before it’s too late. There’s a river here. We should be able to get to the sea.”
    â€œAn island with no humans or krllrrt cats would be a good place,” said Hamnpork.Maurice didn’t let his smile fade, even though he knew what krllrrt meant.
    â€œAnd we wouldn’t want to keep Maurice from his wonderful new job with the conjurer,” said Peaches. Maurice’s eyes narrowed. For a moment he came close to breaking his iron rule of not eating anyone who could talk.
    â€œWhat about you, kid?” he said, looking up at the stupid-looking kid.
    â€œI don’t mind,” said the kid.
    â€œDon’t mind what?” said Maurice.
    â€œDon’t mind anything, really,” said the kid. “Just so long as no one stops me playing.”
    â€œBut you’ve got to think of the future!” said Maurice.
    â€œI am,” said the kid. “I want to go on playing my flute in the future. It doesn’t cost anything to play. But maybe the rats are right. We’ve had a couple of narrow squeaks, Maurice.”
    Maurice gave the kid a sharp look to see if he was making a joke, but the kid had never done that kind of thing before.
    He gave up. Well, not exactly gave up. Maurice hadn’t got where he was by giving up on problems. He just put them to one side. After all, something always turned up.
    â€œOkay, fine,” he said. “We’ll do it one moretime and split the money three ways. Fine. Not a problem. But if this is going to be the last time, let’s make it one to remember, eh?”
    He grinned. The rats, being rats, were not keen on seeing a grinning cat, but they understood that a difficult decision had been made. They breathed tiny sighs of relief.
    â€œAre you happy with that, kid?” said Maurice.
    â€œI can go on playing my flute afterward?” said the kid.
    â€œAbsolutely.”
    â€œOkay,” said the kid.
    The money, shiny like the sun and shiny like the moon, was solemnly put back in its bag. The rats dragged the bag under the bushes and buried it. No one could bury money like rats, and it didn’t pay to take too much into towns.
    Then there was the horse. It was a valuable horse, and Maurice was very, very sorry to turn it loose. But as Peaches pointed out, it was a highwayman’s horse, with a very ornate saddle and bridle. Trying to sell it here could be dangerous. People would talk. It might attract the attention of the government. This was no time to have the Watch on their tails.
    Maurice walked to the edge of the rock andlooked down at the town, which was waking up under the sunrise.
    â€œLet’s make this the big one, then, eh?” he said, as the rats came back. “I want to see maximum squeaking and making faces at people and widdling on stuff, okay?”
    â€œWe think that widdling on stuff is not really—” Dangerous Beans began, but “Ahem” said Peaches, and so Dangerous Beans went on: “Oh, I suppose, if it’s the last