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your name etched into the handle. How do you explain that?"
He looked momentarily flustered, and then his cheeks flushed pink with
barely-suppressed fury, "Saros is a thief. Odds are he stole it from me. 'Fact,
I been missing my awl for some time now - never mentioned it to anyone
'cause I figured I'd just lost it. Now I know that Saros stole it to frame me.
Better go get him before he gives you the laugh." Seeing my expression, he
added, "Before he escapes."
"Ah. Right. That sounds a little too pat. I'll just have to ask him about it"
~~~~~
"What have you found? Are you going to let me go free?" Saros asked
nervously.
"Thildon says that you planted the awl at the murder scene, and that you're
trying to frame him for the murder because you two disagreed."
"Of course he'd say that! Just 'cos he's guilty and he wants to make you look
someplace else! I saw him kill that man! Sure we disagreed, but that doesn't
mean I want him dead. Just because he's a total berk doesn't mean he
should be arrested. He should be arrested for killing Avildon! Tell him he
needs proof!"
~~~~~
"What'd Little Lickspittle tell y'now? I'm sure it were all lies."
"He tells me that it's not a frame. In fact, he says that he personally
witnessed you killing the poor sod."
"He WHAT?" his meaty hands were balled into tight, pink fists, his knuckles
were pale white. His cheeks were flushed just the same, and in the heat the
musk about him seemed even more pronounced. I hoped he was the one...
the man was tempermental and unhygenic, two things I'm not too fond of,
"I tell you that the boy's a thief and a murderer, and you don't believe me?
What if I told you the lad's an Anarchist, too, a member of the Revolutionary
League?"
It took a moment for me to process the accusation. True, Saros seemed to
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