The Faded Alibi
The first answer came from a clerk at the shipping company, a man named Pembroke who sat in a room on the second floor of Warehouse No. 14 at Wapping Dock and smelled perpetually of vinegar and fear. Pembroke would not meet William's eyes. "Mr Thomas was a diligent employee, Mr Hartwell. I cannot speak to his private affairs." "Then speak to the accounts. The transfers—you must have...
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