festooning each ledge and cornice and windowsill, condensing into a noisome, bluish-green fog bank
that billowed ever higher until it encircled Nowhere House like a wall.
Momo took off the glasses and looked at Professor Hora inquiringly. ″Have you seen enough?″ he asked.
″Then let me have the glasses back.″ He put them on again. ″You asked if the men in gray could make me do something against my will,″ he went on.
Well, they can't get at me personally, as you know, but they could subject the world to an evil far worse than any they've inflicted on it so far.
That's how they hope to force my hand.″ Momo was appalled. ″What could be worse than stealing people's time?″ she asked.
″I allot people their share of time,″ the professor explained. ″The men in gray can't stop that.
They can't intercept the time I distribute, but they can poison it.″ ″They can poison it?″ Momo repeated, more appalled still.
The professor nodded. ″Yes, with the smoke from their cigars. Have you ever seen one without his little gray cigar?
Of course not, because without it he couldn't exist.″ ″What kind of cigars are they?″ Momo asked.
″You remember where the hour-lilies were growing?″ Professor Hora said.
″I told you then that everyone has a place like that, because everyone has a heart.
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