Good Omens

despite all its electronics the ship was worth more sunk than afloat, and would probably go down as the most perfectly pinpointed wreck in nautical history.
    By inference, this also meant that he was more valuable dead than alive.
    He sat at his desk quietly leafing through International Maritime Codes , whose six hundred pages contained brief yet pregnant messages designed to transmit the news of every conceivable nautical eventuality across the world with the minimum of confusion and, above all, cost.
    What he wanted to say was this: Was sailing SSW at position 33° N 47° 72’W. First Mate, who you may recall was appointed in New Guinea against my wishes and is probably a headhunter, indicated by signs that something was amiss. It appears that quite a vast expanse of seabed has risen up in the night. It contains a large number of buildings, many of which appeared pyramid-like in structure. We are aground in the courtyard of one of these. There are some rather unpleasant statues. Amiable old men in long robes and diving helmets have come aboard the ship and are mingling happily with the passengers, who think we organized this. Please advise.
    His questing finger moved slowly down the page, and stopped. Good old International Codes . They’d been devised eighty years before, but the men in those days had really thought hard about the kind of perils that might possibly be encountered on the deep.
    He picked up his pen and wrote down: “XXXV QVVX.”
    Translated, it meant: “Have found Lost Continent of Atlantis. High Priest has just won quoits contest.”
    â€œIT JOLLY WELL ISN’T!”
    â€œIt jolly well is!”
    â€œIt isn’t, you know!”
    â€œIt jolly well is!”
    â€œIt isn’t—all right, then, what about volcanoes?” Wensleydale sat back, a look of triumph on his face.
    â€œWhat about ’em?” said Adam.
    â€œAll that lather comes up from the center of the Earth, where it’s all hot,” said Wensleydale. “I saw a program. It had David Attenborough, so it’s true.”
    The other Them looked at Adam. It was like watching a tennis match.
    The Hollow Earth Theory was not going over well in the quarry. A beguiling idea that had stood up to the probings of such remarkable thinkers as Cyrus Read Teed, Bulwer-Lytton, and Adolf Hitler was bending dangerously in the wind of Wensleydale’s searingly bespectacled logic.
    â€œI dint say it was hollow all the way through,” said Adam. “No one said it was hollow all the way through. It prob’ly goes down miles and miles to make room for all the lather and oil and coal and Tibetan tunnels and suchlike. But then it’s hollow after that. That’s what people think. And there’s a hole at the North Pole to let the air in.”
    â€œNever seen it on an atlas,” sniffed Wensleydale.
    â€œThe Goverment won’t let them put it on a map in case people go and have a look in,” said Adam. “The reason being, the people livin’ inside don’t want people lookin’ down on ’em all the time.”
    â€œWhat do you mean, Tibetan tunnels?” said Pepper. “You said Tibetan tunnels.”
    â€œAh. Dint I tell you about them?”
    Three heads shook.
    â€œIt’s amazing. You know Tibet?”
    They nodded doubtfully. A series of images had risen in their minds: yaks, Mount Everest, people called Grasshopper, little old men sitting on mountains, other people learning kung fu in ancient temples, and snow.
    â€œ Well , you know all those teachers that left Atlantis when it sunk?”
    They nodded again.
    â€œ Well , some of them went to Tibet and now they run the world. They’re called the Secret Masters. On account of being teachers, I suppose. An’ they’ve got this secret underground city called Shambala and tunnels that go all over the world so’s they know everythin’ that goes on and control everythin’. Some people reckon that they really live under the Gobby Desert,” he added loftily, “but mos’ competent authorities reckon it’s Tibet all right. Better for the tunneling, anyway.”
    The Them instinctively looked down at the grubby, dirt-covered chalk beneath their feet.
    â€œHow come they know everything?” said Pepper.
    â€œThey just have to listen, right?” hazarded Adam. “They just have to sit in their tunnels and listen. You know what