RASPER’S NOSE
Ronald Rasper, Henry Horne and a large group from Awkward Corner were pushing their way through toward the huge doors of the Town Hall. Even from where they were they could hear the sound of Rasper’s iron leg as it stomped up the steps. He shoved the doors open with his burly shoulder and his gang followed him inside.
“What are they doing?” Alice looked at the rest of them.
“He’s going to speak after Pike, remember?” said Sam.
“But that doesn’t mean he has to barge into the Town Hall, does it?”
The clock showed a minute past seven. They waited. Then two minutes past. They waited. And then five past. And nothing happened.
“I don’t like this,” said Alice.
“I don’t like it either,” said Sam.
They could see that the crowd down below were getting restless.
And then it wa
