“And Crazed Baron Haha? It says under Reason for Leaving that he was crushed by a burning windmill.” “Cathe of mithtaken identity, thur.” “Really?” “Yeth, thur. I underthtand the mob mithtook him for Thcreaming Doctor Berthserk, thur.” “Oh. Ah, yes.” Jeremy glanced down. “Who you also worked for, I see.” “Yeth, thur.” “And who died of blood poisoning?” “Yeth, thur. Cauthed by a dirty pitchfork.” “And . . .Nipsie the Impaler?” “Er . . .would you believe he ran a kebab thhop, thur?” “Did he?” “Not conventionally tho, thur.”
