‘No?’ said Mr Campion. ‘Don’t you believe it, Lugg. He pinched it from a pigeon to deceive you. He’s pulling your leg. I’ve known Autolycus for years. He’s not that kind of a bird.’ He turned to Marlowe. ‘Autolycus and I are always trying to cheer Lugg up,’ he said. ‘We prepare little surprises like this for him. Now, Lugg, suppose you mix us a drink and tell us the news. By the way, Marlowe, you’ve met Uncle Beastly before. He told you he was the Aphrodite Glue Works once, but that was only his fun. Lugg,’ he went…
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