Christopher K.

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Aaron saw quite a few things, one of which was that Wildsmith was very good at what he did, which was nothing to do with handwriting. He clearly understood people, and particularly the two most potent human desires of them all: to be found interesting, and to gossip about others. “What about this chap?” he asked, and held out the third paper. Wildsmith took it, and started to read. The difference was dramatic. Within a few moments his shoulders rose and hunched like a cat’s, and his jaw and neck tensed visibly as he read. His mouth worked silently, and then he said, “No.” “Excuse me?” “No. ...more
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Christopher K.
“Please, just go to the police. Ask them to spare five minutes from their busy schedule of harassing the Irish and entrapping men in public conveniences, and look at this fellow. I’m sure you can make someone listen to you, you seem like the sort. If they investigate him they will find something.”
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