Pan Croup uśmiechnął się szeroko, ukazując zęby, które wyglądały jak wypadek na cmentarzu.

“I am selfish, private and easily bored. Will this be a problem?”

“The ducks in St James's Park are so used to being fed bread by secret agents me…”

“The house smelled musty and damp, and a little sweet, as if it were haunted by …”

“If you want to call it that. But it is a very specific sort of magic. There's a…”