If Cassiopeia knew in advance that she would find the time-thieves, she would find them whichever way she went.
Any direction was bound to be the right one, so she simply ran on, turning left or right as the fancy took her.
She had now reached the housing development on the city's northern outskirts,
where the buildings were as alike as peas in a pod and the streets ran dead straight from horizon to horizon.
On and on she ran, but the sheer sameness of the buildings and streets soon made her feel as if she were running on the spot and getting nowhere.
The housing development was a veritable maze, but a maze that deceived one by its regularity and uniformity.
Momo had almost lost hope when she caught sight of a man in gray disappearing around a corner.
He was limping along with his suit in tatters and his bowler hat and briefcase gone,
mouth grimly pursed around the smouldering butt of a little gray cigar.
She followed him along a street flanked by endless rows of houses until they came to a gap.
The big rectangular site where the missing house should have stood was boarded up, and set in the fence was a gate.
The gate was a little ajar, and the last gray straggler squeezed quickly through it. There was a notice above the gate. Momo paused to read it.
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