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candles to make light and there aren’t any and there’s still light shining everywhere,’ said Windle. ‘Mr Poons?’ said Ludmilla again, prodding him.
‘Yes?’
‘Here come some trolleys again.’
They were blocking all five passages leading off the central space.
‘There’s no stairs down,’ said Windle.
‘’
‘How can they talk? How can they think? There can’t be any brains in a lot of wire, ‘ said Ludmilla.
‘Ants and bees don’t think, if it comes to that,’ said Windle.’They’re just
controlled -‘
He looked upwards.
They looked upwards.
‘It’s coming from somewhere in the ceiling, ‘ he said. ‘We’ve got to find it right now!’
‘There’s just panels of light,’ said Ludmilla.Maybe it’s - she’s - in one of the glassy bits,’ said Ludmilla. ‘The shops?’ ‘I don’t think so. They don’t look finished. Anyway, that feels wrong - ‘ Lupine growled. Spikes glistened on the leading trolleys, but they weren’t rushing to attack.‘They must have seen what we did to the others,’ said Arthur.‘Yes. But how could they? That was upstairs,’ said Windle.‘Well, maybe they talk to each other.
‘Something else! Look for something it could be coming from!’
‘It’s coming from everywhere!’