CHAPTER 5
Rory heard Longinus and Howshinger before she saw them.
“My dear colleague,” whined Howshinger, “I do wish you’d come in, it is so very difficult to talk to you through the door like this.”
“Firstly, desist from calling me your colleague. I have told you repeatedly, I have nothing in common with someone like you. And secondly, I will not partake in whatever disgusting brand of voyeurism calls for you to examine a dead body like that. Looking at him won’t make him any less dead than he was before, nor will it give us any more information as to the alchemy behind it all.”
“But… But… You must see him, yes, see! How else… How else —”
Rory turned the corner and practically crashed into Longinus, who was standing as far from the open door as he could, holding a handkerchief to his
