said Jordan, confused. “Why? And who are you?” “This is Helga, our apprentice,” I said. “Introductions later. Who killed him?” “I don’t know,” said the girl. “I was playing in his courtyard, hoping to find out more about him, but he wasn’t home. He hadn’t been home all night, I heard, but that wasn’t unusual, according to the people there.” “That’s true enough,” said Jordan. Pelardit nodded, a lewd expression flashing across his face. “Then one of the nightwatch came in, shouting for Borsella’s wife. A manservant came out, and the guard said that Borsella was dead. His body was found in the tanners’ quarter. I ran down there as fast as I could. We all did—there was a big crowd already when I got there, and lots of guards holding everyone back, but one of the guards was saying Borsella had been hit over the head.” “Maybe we should go take a look,” I said. “He’ll keep until you get there,” said Helga, giggling inappropriately. “He’ll keep very well.”
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