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Show 53 two men approaching the shop from a distance down the street. He stopped abruptly to get a better look. "John, look! Those men...." "What men?" Lathrop's eyes were straining to see what his eagle-eyed companion had seen. "Those two men from t'Stationers' Company--they're coming toward t'shop!" Hyrum was aghast. "How dost tha knaw they're from t' Stationers' Company?" asked Lathrop. Hyrum was moving quickly to remove the chase from the press, but he was trembling so badly he had difficulty completing the process. "Ah'm a printer!" mumbled Hyrum. Lathrop was smiling. "Well, Ah've made it my business to know all about printin whether Ah'm a printer or not!" What Hyrum had just said was true. He had spent the last several weeks investigating every aspect of printing. He may not be an accomplished printer, but the subject he knew well. He also knew how many printers had been sent to the gibbet, how many had been confined to the Tower or prison, how many had lost their right hands, and how many had had their presses defaced . Lathrop looked hard at the. men who were |
