’
He had abandoned the “sir”, Gerald noted, realising that the footman’s respect
for him had dropped sharply. When she was done she checked the patio door and
carried his body into the garage, burying his remains next
to the ten year old girl he had raped and killed last
autumn, whose bones were starting to show in small areas
where the maggots had feasted. Women, she had been taught, who exposed the flesh
of their bodies under the eyes of man were in a special catagory of the damned. ’
Speeding down the two flights of stairs, Gerald mentally thanked God that it
was the practice of himself and Roding—in case of emergency, of which this
was a prime example—to stable their horses at the posting inns all the way to
London. It was
on the night of the Great Storm that I found him. The acid of this incertitude had disintegrated his nerve; and in Canton
had come the smash. "Come, let's be off.
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