Swear

Very carefully, he stepped over the circle and crept to the telephone. He opened his notebook and dialed another number.

After four rings it gave a little cough, followed by a pause, and then a voice which sounded so laid back you could put a carpet on it said, "Hi. This is Anthony Crowley. Uh. I-"

"Crowley!" Aziraphale tried to hiss and shout at the same time, "Listen! I haven't got much time! The-”

"-probably not in right now, or asleep, and busy, or something, but –"

"Shutup! Listen! It was in Tadfield! It's all in that book! You've got to stop-"

"-after the tone and I'll get right back to you. Chow."

"I want to talk to you now-"

BeeeEEeeeEEeee

"Stop making noises! It's in Tadfield! That was what I was sensing! You must go there and-" He took the phone away from his mouth.

"Bugger!" he said. It was the first time he'd sworn in more than four thousand years.

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Good Omens - Saturday