Ford had been too much in his head to anticipate this question, for all that it was a reasonable follow-on. He couldn't give a straight answer to that. Jemima knew more than Cash did, for one; for another he wasn't sure he wanted to say any of it out loud, even in a Muggle pub miles away from anyone who would recognize either of them.

"Everything," he said miserably. "She knows everything."

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