Smoking Can Be Deadly
by Rhianon Jameson
October 2008
The messenger pounded on my door early in the morning.
I was still abed, and
hastily threw on a robe over my night clothes as I stumbled to the doorway and threw
open the door.
“For goodness’ sake,...
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Smoking Can Be Deadly
by Rhianon Jameson
October 2008
The messenger pounded on my door early in the morning.
I was still abed, and
hastily threw on a robe over my night clothes as I stumbled to the doorway and threw
open the door.
“For goodness’ sake, boy, quit that racket!” It had been a long night for
me – all in the name of chasing down a story, mind you – and I was feeling a little fragile.
“Sorry, miss, but I gots a tellergram fer you,” the boy replied.
He was a sootyfaced urchin in hand-me-down clothing.
I felt a little ashamed of myself, as he was
earning his living, and surely was as uninterested in being up at this hour as I was.
“The
guv’ner said there was an extra ten Lindens in it fer me if I got this to yer by haff-pass
six.
”
I took the note.
“As indeed you have.
Thank you very much.
” I pressed some
coins in the boy’s hand.
He tipped his hat and was off.
Sinking into a stuffed chair, I
ripped open the envelope.
Something up your alley.
Come at once.
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