Death was standing behind a le...
Death was standing behind a lectern, poring over a map. He looked at Mort as if he wasn't entirely there. YбґЏбґњ ʜᴀᴠᴇɴ'бґ› ʜᴇᴀʀбґ... бґЏТ' ᴛʜᴇ BбґЂКЏ OТ' Mᴀɴᴛᴇ, ʜᴀᴠᴇ КЏбґЏбґњ? he said. 'No, sir,Ђќ said Mort. FбґЂбґЌбґЏбґњs sКњЙЄбґ?ᴡʀᴇᴄᴋ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ. 'Was there?Ђќ Tʜᴇʀᴇ бґЎЙЄКџКџ ʙᴇ, said Death, ЙЄТ' I ᴄᴀɴ Т'ЙЄЙґбґ... ᴛʜᴇ бґ...бґЂбґЌЙґ бґ?ʟᴀᴄᴇ.