And that was how I found myself at the offices of a solicitor. I had avoided the breed since my father's death, and the rather unpleasant man who informed me that there was nothing left to support me.
But, attired as neatly as an actor could be, I presented myself, and my key. They gladly took me into a room, where I was given a cup of tea, and they produced a locked iron box.
The lock fit the key I had been given, and opened without protest. Inside was a package wrapped in brown paper, and string. It wasn't a big thing, it would easily fit in a lady's purse.
My first impulse was to open it right away, even in front of the lawyers. But a second instinct made me remove it, and tuck it into the inner pocket of my jacket. Thanking the lawyers, I tipped them as best I could, with tickets to the theatre. It wasn't much, but they seemed to understand, which was nice. The younger partner seemed excited to have a treat for his wife.
Then I left, returning to the theatre for the evening performance.
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finding the life of Alexander Shaw, a kind of serial story.
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Because all the coolest Ninja have Silver hair
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