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The Philosoraptor
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"Any time, Inspector!" Perrin yelled over his shoulder. But I've got work to do for now.
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He really would have to skin that boy. The damage wasn't too great, but it was clear. Lad must have tried to light a piece of tinder with a match and had accidentally dropped it into the coal box. "I do have to give him credit for putting it out, though." Soot had stained the gray walls black, and much of the metal in the room would be needing cleaning. But that wasn't at the front of Perrin's mind at the moment. The door. If that Inspector comes here, he'll want to see everything. What do I do about the door?
It would take too long to repair it, that much was clear. And even if he did try some shoddy workmanship with it, it would be all too clear what had damaged it. No. He couldn't fix it. But he could replace it. Charlie wouldn't say anything, as if he were one to notice anything of that sort. The Inspector had never been to the smithy here before, so there would be no difference to him. Perrin rushed down to the cellar, and stared at the metal slab before him. Five feet by three and three quarters. He had to stoop to get in every day. About two and a half inches thick. "Can't cut it down to size, then." It would take far too long. The hinges, however, were rusty iron, easily broken with a good hit from a hammer. Now, now. Don't make it too obvious. Let's see: 'As you can see, Inspector, I'm quite a large man. I had the door removed to enlarge the frame.' Perfect! Then again, what about the walls? Those too were heavily scratched. Bah! I'll get this whole place renovated. One thing at a time.
Grabbing a hammer off the table upstairs, Perrin began smashing the hinges on the door, each breaking after one or two hits. He felt the breath leave him when the door fell forward on him. Grunting, he managed to heft it up the stairs and drag it out back. He had a cart and a horse, none of those fancy automobiles he'd heard the wealthier folk speak of. But it would do. Loading the door onto the cart (which creaked so much under the weight that Perrin thought it may break), Perrin pulled on a coat and wide-brimmed hat. Hooking the horse (he didn't believe in naming animals) up to the cart, he hopped into the driver's seat. We'll bury this outside of town, and go back for it in due course. He tapped the horse into motion and set off down the road out of town.
It would take too long to repair it, that much was clear. And even if he did try some shoddy workmanship with it, it would be all too clear what had damaged it. No. He couldn't fix it. But he could replace it. Charlie wouldn't say anything, as if he were one to notice anything of that sort. The Inspector had never been to the smithy here before, so there would be no difference to him. Perrin rushed down to the cellar, and stared at the metal slab before him. Five feet by three and three quarters. He had to stoop to get in every day. About two and a half inches thick. "Can't cut it down to size, then." It would take far too long. The hinges, however, were rusty iron, easily broken with a good hit from a hammer. Now, now. Don't make it too obvious. Let's see: 'As you can see, Inspector, I'm quite a large man. I had the door removed to enlarge the frame.' Perfect! Then again, what about the walls? Those too were heavily scratched. Bah! I'll get this whole place renovated. One thing at a time.
Grabbing a hammer off the table upstairs, Perrin began smashing the hinges on the door, each breaking after one or two hits. He felt the breath leave him when the door fell forward on him. Grunting, he managed to heft it up the stairs and drag it out back. He had a cart and a horse, none of those fancy automobiles he'd heard the wealthier folk speak of. But it would do. Loading the door onto the cart (which creaked so much under the weight that Perrin thought it may break), Perrin pulled on a coat and wide-brimmed hat. Hooking the horse (he didn't believe in naming animals) up to the cart, he hopped into the driver's seat. We'll bury this outside of town, and go back for it in due course. He tapped the horse into motion and set off down the road out of town.