He may not be able to eat tin-cans, but he tries to. “I am giving my understudy a chance. Inexplicably there flashed into vision the Chinese wedding procession in the narrow, twisted streets of the city, that first day: the gorgeous palanquin, the tomtoms, the weird music, the ribald, jeering mob that trailed along behind. He displayed a quite unprofessional vein of mysticism in the matter. Heaven alone knows why. "I want you for the job I spoke of a short time ago, Nab," he said. He flipped the television off. He was not there. His father and mother are gone now. He did not think of her as a killer, he could barely conceive it. He looked melancholy enough, it is true.
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