The cadence of her voice stirred a hint of a memory. ‘Hello,’ said Julius. ‘So you know?’ ‘Yes,’ said Julius. ‘I’m glad,’ she said. ‘Come inside, dear.’ She hesitated when Julius came close, as if she did not know what to make of his nearness. Julius pretended to be colder than he was so he could...
He tried to open his aching eyes, but the candlelight stung them shut again. Fatigue and cold were boring like worms into every pore of his skin. He tried to pull himself up into a sitting position. You left Mr Flynn’s hat in the alley, Higgins. ‘Springheel’s expecting us, Higgins,’ said Clements...