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accurately, non-existent. You found an empty room, turned up for meals as usual, and generally no one noticed, although if you were unfortunate you might attract students. And if you looked hard enough in some of the outlying regions of the University, you could find an expert on anything .
    You could even find an expert on finding an expert. The Professor of Recondite Architecture and Origami Map Folding had been woken up,been introduced to the Archchancellor, who had never set eyes on him before, and had produced a map of the University which would probably be accurate for the next few days and looked rather like a chrysanthemum in the act of exploding.
    Finally, the wizards reached a door and Ridcully glared at the brass plate on it as if it had just been cheeky to him.
    â€˜â€œEgregious Professor of Cruel and Unusual Geography”,’ he said. ‘This looks like the one.’
    â€˜We must have walked miles ,’ said the Dean, leaning against the wall. ‘I don’t recognize any of this.’
    Ridcully glanced around. The walls were stone but had at some time been painted in that very special institutional green that you get when an almost-finished cup of coffee is left standing for a couple of weeks. There was a board covered in balding and darker green felt on which had been optimistically thumbtacked the word ‘Notices’. But from the looks of it there had never been any notices and never would be, ever. There was a smell of ancient dinners.
    Ridcully shrugged, and knocked on the door.
    â€˜I don’t remember him,’ said the Lecturer in Recent Runes.
    â€˜I think I do,’ said the Dean. ‘Not a very promising boy. Had ears. Don’t often see him around, though. Always has a suntan. Odd, that.’
    â€˜He’s on the staff. If anyone knows anything about geography, he’s our man.’ Ridcully knocked again.
    â€˜Perhaps he’s out,’ said the Dean. ‘That’s whereyou mostly get geography, outside.’
    Ridcully pointed to a little wooden device by the door. There was one outside every wizard’s study. It consisted of a little sliding panel in a frame. Currently it was revealing the word ‘IN’ and, presumably, was covering the word ‘OUT’, although you could never be sure with some wizards. 9
    The Dean tried to slide the panel. It refused to budge.
    â€˜He must come out sometimes ,’ said the Senior Wrangler. ‘Besides, sensible men should be in bed at three a.m.’
    â€˜Yes, indeed,’ said the Dean meaningfully.
    Ridcully thumped on the door. ‘I demand that you open up!’ he shouted. ‘I am the Master of this College!’
    The door moved under the blow, but not very much. It was blocked by what turned out to be, after some strenuous shoving by all the wizards, an enormous pile of paperwork. The Dean picked up a yellowing piece of paper.
    â€˜This is the memo saying I’ve been appointed as Dean!’ he said. ‘That was years ago!’
    â€˜Surely he must come out somet—’ said the Senior Wrangler. ‘Oh dear . . .’
    The same thought had occurred to the other wizards, too.
    â€˜Remember poor old Wally Sluvver?’ murmured the Chair of Indefinite Studies, looking around in some trepidation. ‘Three years of tutorials post mortem .’
    â€˜Well, the students did say he was a bit quiet,’ said Ridcully. He sniffed. ‘Doesn’t smell bad in here . Quite fresh, really. Pleasantly salty. Aha . . .’
    There was bright light under a door at the other end of the crowded and dusty room, and the wizards could hear a gentle splashing.
    â€˜Bath night. Good man,’ said Ridcully. ‘Well, we don’t have to disturb him.’
    He peered at the titles of the books that lined the room.
    â€˜Bound to be a lot about EcksEcksEcksEcks somewhere here,’ he added, pulling out a volume at random. ‘Come along. One man, one