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Dumpty had his finger in most of the crooked pies in town.

Her gaze went so icy you could have chipped it into cubes and cooled a cocktail with it. “My brother’s death was no accident.”

I raised an eyebrow – you need a lot of arcane skills in my business – and said “Your brother, eh?” Funny, she hadn’t struck me as the type that had brothers.

“I’m Jill Dumpty.”

“So your brother was Humpty Dumpty?”

“And he didn’t fall off that wall, Mr Horner. He was pushed.”

– From “The Case of the Four and Twenty Blackbirds” by Neil Gaiman

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