His words were...if not reassuring then at least not especially indicative of him having more insidious intent. Mr Podmore, for all that he occasionally got on her nerves, had never struck her as the cruel, calculating sort and even if he was turning over a new leaf he would not get far. If he had real proof then he would have handed it over by now she would take meticulous pains to ensure he never got any – if this was a threat then she was more than willing to give him one in return.

“Sometimes the older things in the world are much more suited to a task,” she said, closing the book and placing it carefully on her desk. “I’m afraid I don’t have anything for you.”

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MJ knows my soul rings to the rune of this iconic hat