She had been expecting this and was ready. “Usually you just feel him passing, sir, but I have seen him twice, in what would have been the flesh, if he had any. He’s a skeleton with a scythe, just like in the books—in fact, I think it’s because that’s what he looks like in the books. He was polite but firm, sir.” “I’ll bet he is!” The old man was silent for a little while and then went on. “Did he . . . drop any hints about the afterlife?” “Yes, sir. Apparently it contains no mustard, and I got the impression that it contains no pickles either.” “Really? Bit of a blow, that. I suppose that
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