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|Value 28 = Silence. Nothin– BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG. The table rattles and shakes as violently as if it were on one of your engines. It would appear that the Drummer is very keen to see the back of the Hell-Scarred Gondolier.
 
|Value 28 = Silence. Nothin– BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG. The table rattles and shakes as violently as if it were on one of your engines. It would appear that the Drummer is very keen to see the back of the Hell-Scarred Gondolier.
 
|Value 32 = There is silence for a moment until someone goes to speak, then a long heavy series of beats, like a funeral march. This continues for a full hour. It would seem the Drummer wishes the Reverend's departure to be carried out with appropriate ceremony.
 
|Value 32 = There is silence for a moment until someone goes to speak, then a long heavy series of beats, like a funeral march. This continues for a full hour. It would seem the Drummer wishes the Reverend's departure to be carried out with appropriate ceremony.
|Value 182, 230, 320, 932 = The only answer is a single, low penetrating vibration that makes the teeth rattle in the skull. This is 'yes', or the only approximation you're going to receive.
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|Value 182, 320, 932 = The only answer is a single, low penetrating vibration that makes the teeth rattle in the skull. This is 'yes', or the only approximation you're going to receive.
 
|Value 400 = The drum-beat this time sounds suspiciously like the jangling of a cash-box.
 
|Value 400 = The drum-beat this time sounds suspiciously like the jangling of a cash-box.
 
|Value 520 = Is it possible for a drum-beat to sound like laughter? For the rat-tat to resemble a mocking invitation?
 
|Value 520 = Is it possible for a drum-beat to sound like laughter? For the rat-tat to resemble a mocking invitation?
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|Value 23, 28 = The smell of burning roses pervades the boardroom, accompanied by the sound of a single drumbeat, heavy as the adumbration of a heart. The Drummer, it seems, has strong feelings on the matter of the Gondolier.
 
|Value 23, 28 = The smell of burning roses pervades the boardroom, accompanied by the sound of a single drumbeat, heavy as the adumbration of a heart. The Drummer, it seems, has strong feelings on the matter of the Gondolier.
 
|Value 32 = A great bang goes off like a firework or a military cannon. The sound shakes the table and breaks several glasses sat before the Board. It would appear the Drummer does not care for the removal of the Delightful Reverend.
 
|Value 32 = A great bang goes off like a firework or a military cannon. The sound shakes the table and breaks several glasses sat before the Board. It would appear the Drummer does not care for the removal of the Delightful Reverend.
|Value 230, 320 = The reply comes as a rat-a-tat like an infantry's marching band, a furious refusal packaged in a threat.
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|Value 320 = The reply comes as a rat-a-tat like an infantry's marching band, a furious refusal packaged in a threat.
 
|Value 400 = Deep, discouraging thuds. It is unclear whether the Drummer objects to this particular dividend, or to the concept of human profit entirely. But it is not on your side.
 
|Value 400 = Deep, discouraging thuds. It is unclear whether the Drummer objects to this particular dividend, or to the concept of human profit entirely. But it is not on your side.
 
|Value 521 = A strange and sinuous series of rolling drumbeats sounds from the Drummer's empty seat. Feducci sits bolt upright, as though he recognises the tune. His feet beat of their own accord, twitching […] After a while, the Drummer ceases to play.
 
|Value 521 = A strange and sinuous series of rolling drumbeats sounds from the Drummer's empty seat. Feducci sits bolt upright, as though he recognises the tune. His feet beat of their own accord, twitching […] After a while, the Drummer ceases to play.

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