Sleep And His Brother
“said the ceiling.
Pibble woke, shivering. He was soberer, but not yet sober. “The exercise will do me good,” he said.
“Can you suggest anywhere I could hide the car for a while?” said Alfred. “You’re a local, aren’t you, Sir?” Pibble looked through the window and saw where he was. “One, two, third on the left, Mortimer Street, there’s an undertaker. Joy riders stole one of his hearses a month ago and it was a write-off, so he might have room.”
“Mr. Thanatos would appreciate that, sir.”
“I’ll walk from here. Have you got something to change into?”
“Yes, thank you, sir.”
A blush of surprise mantled Alfred’s pallid tones. Pibble walked up the hill feeling that he’d won a small but immortal victory against flunkies. He felt happy and excited, and strode springy-footed, filling his lungs with the dank, familiar air.
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