By Robert Rodgers
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I'm a con artist. " "Precisely because you are a con artist, Miss Snips, and precisely because you are not a government agent. As I have stated: your methods are unconventional. " Snips snorted. "You're a nut. " "All I ask is that you take your position seriously. Through hook or crook, Miss Snips, get to the heart of the matter. In exchange for your services, I will see to the disposal of this—" Orwick gestured to the pardon notice, as if its mere presence offended him. " Snips' eyebrow twitched.
Orwick brought a narrow hand to his chest, as if fending off violence. "I have no such thing. " "In that case," Mr. Eddington said, stepping backward and folding his arms over his chest. " "Such a strange request," Orwick said. " "Very well. Hire any investigative agency you would like, so long as it is clear that they are impartial to the matter. " Mr. Eddington's eyes narrowed into a stare that could slit open stone. "One consultant," he said. "Only one," Orwick agreed, and then he smiled. Both Eddington and Tweedle instinctively recoiled; Orwick's smile was a vicious thing, full of malice and sharp edges.
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