It was never found out whether the fall of the roof was due to Magic or whether that unbearably loud sound from the bell just happened to strike the note which was more than those crumbling walls could stand.
“There！ I hope you’re satisfied now，” panted Polly.
“Well， it‘s all over， anyway，” said Digory.
And both thought it was； but they had never been more mistaken in their lives.
The Deplorable Word
