Mogg was furious.
“You are insulting my best suppliers by insinuating that their fabrics kill people!”
“I never used the word ‘kill,’ but there have been cases…”
“People get sick for all kinds of reasons,” Mogg ranted. “They commonly get rashes or headaches or dizzy spells. You cannot prove that the clothing they wear - that we sell - is the cause.”
we“Not definitively,” Grace held her ground, “but more instances have come to light. Ask your own hatters. They brush rabbit fur with mercury to create felt for linings. The mercury is plainly toxic.”
“Nonsense. Pure nonsense.”
“Then why does Mr. Danbury tremble and shake and have unexplained outbursts of temper?”
“He’s a temperamental artist,” Mogg shot back. “They are all a bit daft. Besides, none of them ever complained to me, nor hav
