"It's a rat," said discount uggs for women Richard.
         "Yes, it is. Are you going to apologize?"
         "What?"
         "Apologize."
         Maybe he hadn't heard her properly. Maybe he was the one who was going mad. "To a rat?"
         Door said nothing, fairly meaningfully. "I'm sorry," said Richard, to the rat, with dignity, "if I startled you."
         The rat looked up at Door. "No, he really does mean it," she said. "He's not just saying it. So what ugg boots discount outlet have you got for me?" She fumbled at the rat's side, and pulled out a much-folded piece of brown paper, which had been held on with something that looked to Richard like a vivid blue rubber band.
         She opened it up: a piece of ragged-edged brown paper, with spidery black handwriting on it. She read it and nodded. "Thank you," she said, to cheap uggs online the rat. "I appreciate all you've done." It scampered down onto the couch, glared up at Richard for a moment, and then was gone in the shadows.
         The girl called Door passed the paper to Richard. "Here," she said. "Read this."
         It was late afternoon in Central London, and, with autumn drawing on, it was getting dark. Richard had taken the Tube to ugg discount Tottenham Court Road and was now walking west down Oxford Street, holding the piece of paper. Oxford Street was the retail hub of London, and even now the sidewalks were packed with shoppers and tourists.
         _"It's a message," she said, when she gave it to him. "From the marquis de Carabas."_
         _Richard was sure he had heard the name before. "That's nice," he ugg boots on sale said. "Out of postcards, was he?"_
         _"This is quicker."_
         He passed the lights and the noise of the Virgin megastore, and the shop that sold souvenir London police helmets and little red London buses, and the place next door that sold individual slices of pizza, and then he turned right.