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" We're as safe here as anywhere, I suppose," Liz admitted.
"That's true enough," George agreed. "Like you said, this is the last place anyone would expect to find us."
He froze as behind them in the fog, someone cleared their throat.
"I must beg to differ," a voice said.
George turned so fast he sent the fog swirling. Liz gave a gasp of astonishment, and Eddie scrambled for cover.
"I'm so sorry," Sir William Protheroe said, "did I startle you? "
― Justin Richards , The Death Collector (Department of Unclassified Artefacts, #1)
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" Can I help you?" the man asked. His tone implied that he doubted very much that he could.
"Yeah," Eddie told him from several steps lower down, "I'm meeting me mates here."
"Mates?" The man's nose wrinkled.
"George and Liz," Eddie said. The man seemed unmoved. "And Sir William Something-or-other."
This had an effect. The man came down the steps to meet him. "You're with Sir William's party?" he asked quietly, looking round to make sure no one could hear them.
Eddie nodded, surprised at the change in the man's attitude.
The doorman sniffed, and made a face. "Yes," he said, "Now you mention it, I can tell that you are. "
― Justin Richards , The Death Collector (Department of Unclassified Artefacts, #1)
