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TALES OF NONAGON
Chapter 6
(The Odour)
That evening, various senior members of staff stood to one side in one of the new galleries. It had not been named yet, but some works had been placed on the walls. They were paintings from the Western artefacts collection, as a matter of fact. Which was news to Professor Bucket. And he made no secret of his annoyance.
In any case, the new lighting was finally ready and Pork-Rind switched it on, excited with his new toy. Retrench was just in time, as he had by now finished exploding with rage.
The new lights glowed softly and without shadow, as a gentle blush of sunlight. Pork-Rind stood, admiring his own flawless judgement. But this was rudely interrupted by a slight whiff.
“You assured me this was a clean fuel,” Pork-Rind whispered in Retrench’s ear.
Everyone else stood in silence. Retrench began to clap frenetically to drum up support. Others clapped rather weakly.
Fligbert Bimblecrumb and Humffrey Twink both slipped away as quickly as they could, knowing that their opinion didn’t matter one jot.
Besides, Retrench then launched into a speech about how wonderful everything and everyone was.
Dr Travinion Wingnut’s jaw clenched and his nostrils flared with indignation, rather heroically.
The university’s motto: ‘And the sun shall never set and all shall be forever well’, was ornately carved - in Moclatini - onto every possible surface wherever appropriate.
And after a short period of closure, the works had finished and the building would soon be reopened.
Far larger than the original museum, it was odd that it was to open with only three gallery attendants. The rest having gone on holiday or something - a vast flock of gargoyles set in their place.
Early the next morning, strange and mysterious odours wafted through the galleries. It was not long before there were reports of unpleasant smells of an unspecified nature.
Hacksaw and Balustrade were mulling over the possible cause. The smell was worse in some of the new galleries, so they took a closer look hoping to identify the source of the aroma. Indeed, it appeared to be emanating from the direction of the lights, but on closer inspection there seemed to be no obvious cause. There was no alternative but to open a window. This was hardly a satisfactory resolution, security-wise.
It was the distinct odour produced as the essence of pure attendant pellets slowly burned. Especially the Stinkleton pellets.