Master says: “Trurl!”, rasped the old professor. “Trurl? Ah, Trurl! Of course! I should have known. All right, I’ll be with you in a minute.”
Narration: Then there was such a banging, clanking and clanging, that it seemed as if the deceased was actually trying to pry open the cover of his crypt. Trurl said quickly:
Trurl says: “Master and Maestro! Please, you needn’t . . . Really, Your Excellency, I only —”
Master says: “What’s that? Now what? Oh, you think I’m coming out? No, no, I have to straighten up a little here. Just a minute. Gads, I’ve got rusty!”
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