Bring Hawkes then, to read my last rites. But don’t bring Islington. He would smirk. AT YOUR HANGING? SURELY NOT. Hmmm. You may remain in your blessed ignorance. I’m not saying the man doesn’t have a heart. He would shed a tear before the end. DO YOU HAVE THE ENTIRE SCENE ALL WORKED OUT? No. Though perhaps I should. You will wear black, of course. And spend a year sending notes through the wall. All to go unanswered.
