Chapter 33
The sun was shining calmly on a scene of complete havoc.
Smoke was still billowing across the burnt grass in the wake of the theft of the Ashes by the Krikkit robots. Through the smoke, people were running panicstricken, colliding with each other, tripping over stretchers, being arrested.
One policeman was attempting to arrest Wowbagger the Infinitely Prolonged for insulting behaviour, but was unable to prevent the tall grey-green alien from returning to his ship and arrogantly flying away, thus causing even more panic and pandemonium.
In the middle of this, for the second time that afternoon, the figures of Arthur Dent and Ford Prefect suddenly materialized, they had teleported down out of the Heart of Gold which was now in parking orbit round the planet.
I can explain, shouted Arthur. I have the Ashes! They’re in this bag.
I don’t think you have their attention, said Ford.
I have also helped save the Universe, called Arthur to anyone who was prepared to listen, in other words no one.
That should have been a crowd-stopper, said Arthur to Ford.
It wasn’t, said Ford.
Arthur accosted a policeman who was running past.
Excuse me, he said. The Ashes. I’ve got them. They were stolen by those white robots a moment ago. I’ve got them in this bag. They were part of the Key to the Slo-Time envelope, you see, and, well, anyway you can guess the rest, the point is I’ve got them and what should I do with them?
The policeman told him, but Arthur could only assume that he was speaking metaphorically.
He wandered about disconsolately.
Is no one interested? he shouted out. A man rushed past him and jogged his elbow, he dropped the paper bag and it spilt its contents all over the ground. Arthur stared down at it with a tight-set mouth.
Ford looked at him.
Wanna go now? he said.
Arthur heaved a heavy sigh. He looked around at the planet Earth, for what he was now certain would be the last time.
OK, he said.
At that moment, through the clearing smoke, he caught sight of one of the wickets, still standing in spite of everything.
Hold on a moment, he said to Ford. When I was a boy…
Can you tell me later?
I had a passion for cricket, you know, but I wasn’t very good at it.
Or not at all, if you prefer.
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