“Ah, right. Hard to find peacock feathers just lying about, so he made do with a peacock-feather pen. Would the dyeing make it cheap or expensive?” “Cheap,” he says. “A substandard feather, dyed.” “Also ragged,” I say. “Probably not a new pen, then. Where would one purchase a used peacock-quill pen?” His lips twitch. “Now you wish to take poor Findlay’s job, too? Shall I lose you to Hugh?”
