And give my regards to Merrick when you see him.” “Merrick?” “Merrick. My manservant, remember?” “Why would I see Merrick?” asked Rackham blankly. “Well, perhaps you won’t. But some night soon, in a dark alley, or near a nice deep ditch, or in the back room of some opium den, I expect he’ll see you. In fact, I’m sure of it. Now fuck off, and shut the door behind you.”
