Another bloody dead end. And this chap had seemed so certain of it when he’d answered the advert. “I had no right to offer you the book. It belongs to my fiancée,” he’d said on the phone. “She’s not especially keen on letting it go, and I cannot say I really blame her. It’s quite an interesting find. Found it rummaging around in some relative’s attic or some such thing. Although I have to say, it is quite the strange manuscript. You say you may know something about it—perhaps you might be able to help us crack it? Once her curiosity is satisfied, perhaps she’ll sell it to you, and we’ll all be happy.” It was worth pursuing—if Gaelan was willing. And right at this moment, he was unlikely . . . But what if this was it? Finally, the bloody book? How could he let it slip through his fingers? “I might be able to help you,” Simon responded. “Not myself, mind you, but an . . . associate . . . acquaintance of mine.
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