‘I mind. I mind the privacy of my house being invaded.’
‘I’m afraid there’s nothing you can do about it, Kimmel.’
‘You’d better get out of this house, unless you’d rather be thrown out. I’ve some important work to do.’
‘What’s more important, Kimmel? My work or yours? What are you doing tonight – reading the Marquis de Sade’s Memoirs?’
Kimmel looked Corby’s reedy body up and down. What could Corby know of such a book.
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