“Thir, thith man is dying,” said Igorina, who was kneeling by the man Sergeant Jackrum had so positively saved from choking. “He hath been poithoned!” “Hath he? By whom?” said Blouse. “Are you sure?” “The green foam coming out of hith mouth ith a definite clue, thir.” “What’s funny, Private Maladict?” said Blouse. The vampire chuckled. “Oh, sorry, sir. They say to spies, ‘if you’re caught, eat the documents,’ don’t they? A good way of making sure they don’t give away any secrets.” “But you’ve got the . . . soggy book in your hands, Private!” “Vampires can’t be poisoned that easily, sir,” said
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