Lockwood gave a sudden cry; he strode forward into the room. ‘Will you stop going on about that stupid skull! That’s not our priority, George. Are we getting paid for it? No! Is it an imminent danger to people in London? No! Are we racing against Quill Kipps and his team to solve its mystery, and so prevent our public humiliation? No, we aren’t! But all those very things are happening while you bumble about with jars and ovens! Lucy and I have risked our lives today, if it’s of any interest to you.’ He took a deep breath; George was staring at him as if mesmerized. ‘All I ask,’ Lockwood said,
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