Death reached down calmly and picked up a complicated-looking spindle as it pinwheeled towards his feet. It had been bent into a right-angle. Miss Flitworth peered around him.
‘What happened?’
I THINK THE ELLIPTICAL CAM HAS GRADUALLY SLID UP THE BEAM SHAFT AND CAUGHT ON THE FLANGE REBATE. WITH DISASTROUS RESULTS.
Death stared defiantly at the grey watchers. One by one, they began to disappear.
He picked up the pocket of his Bill Door overall, which he was still wearing underneath.
WHEN MR SIMNEL COMES TO COLLECT THE BITS IN THE MORNING HE
WILL PROBABLY BE LOOKING FOR THIS, he said, and dropped something small and bevelled into her hand.
‘What is it?’
A THREE-EIGHTHS GRIPLEY.
the scythe.AND NOW I MUST GO, he said.Miss FIitworth looked horrified.’What? Just like that?’YES. EXACTLY LIKE THAT. I HAVE A LOT OF WORK TO DO.‘And I won’t see you again? I mean -‘OH. YES. SOON. He sought for the right words, and gave up. THAT’S A PROMISE.Death pulled up his robe and reached into
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