I had already managed to dispose of one bottle of aftershave in the hotel in Beijing, and I hid another under the seat on the train to Nanjing. “You know what you’re doing?” said Mark as he spotted me. I’d thought he was asleep. “Yes. I’m trying to get rid of this bloody stuff. I wish I’d never bought it.” “No, it’s more than that. When an animal strays into new territory, where it doesn’t feel at home, it marks its passage with scent, just to lay claim. You remember the ring-tailed lemurs in Madagascar? They’ve got scent glands in their wrists. They rub their tails between their wrists and
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