Jack walked up the stairs and into Erasmus Pimpernel’s office. The vault door was swinging open. The bodies of Sciever and Togo and Ruud and a gaggle of Pimpernel’s prized whores slumped over the furniture, all drowned. But Erasmus was forever sealed in his little helm. Erasmus wouldn’t drown.
In the corner next to the vault lay the severed body of Verna…
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