A few yards further off something grey, inert, was lying, a huddled-up heap of humanity twisted into a strange unnatural shape. "Relating to the father of the boy—Thames Darrell," supplied Jonathan. He reappeared in street clothes, his cropped hair not even damp from the shower, fresh-faced and sweetsmelling. To settle things, you know.
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