The well-oiled hinges didn't make a sound. The door swung silently to,
then shut with a mighty clang that went echoing around the conference chamber and reverberated from the walls of the innumerable underground passages.
Momo jumped to her feet. Without a second thought, she dashed past them and sprinted back to the exit.
The men in gray, who hadn't the remotest idea that anyone but themselves was exempt from the universal standstill,
sat rooted to their chairs in horror, staring at her.
The men in gray recovered from their shock and raced after her.
″It's that frightful little girl!″ she heard one of them shout. ″It's Momo!″
″Impossible!″ yelled another. ″The creature's moving!″
″She's got an hour-lily!″ bellowed a third. ″Is that how she moved the door?″ asked a fourth.
The fifth smote his brow. ″Then we could have moved it ourselves. We've got plenty of hour-lilies.″
″We did have, you mean!″ screamed the sixth. ″Only one thing can save us now that the door's shut.
If we don't get hold of that flower of hers, we're done for!″
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