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“I don’t see why one can’t simply rely on the telegram,” Whyborne said, eyeing the telephone with an air of distrust. “Why on earth must you talk to people when you can simply write a short message?”
“Very ordinary ones, I’m afraid.” His thin lips pressed together in distaste. “When my sister and I were little, we had the most lovely doll. It would whisper secrets to us at night, once all the adults were asleep.” The sunlight seemed to lose some of its warmth. “I...see.”
Quin is the best
I frowned. “Wait. Do you mean the town? Or Whyborne?” “Really, Mr. Flaherty.” For a moment it seemed he might laugh at my foolishness. “You speak as though there’s a difference.”
“I returned from Boston and rallied my fellow librarians to defend the town,” Quinn replied, as if the answer should have been obvious. He offered me a small bow from his seat. “The librarians are at your disposal, Widdershins. We will fight to the last man.”
