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Show 55 "They're comin!" Hyrum'seyes were widening in fear. "Open t'drawer!" Lathrop repeated the command forcifully. Hyrum began to pull on the drawer. It was a trifle stuck, but in a burst of vigor he pulled it full out. Lathrop put the chase inside, after which he removed the letter, putting it in his breast pocket. The shop door opened and two men entered. One was a large burly, the other a lean wiry spectre who stared at Hyrum inquisitively. Hyrum's mouth was beginning to gape wide at the realization that all his fears were well-founded. "Are you the printer?" the smaller man in a tone of skepticism asked as he surveyed the attire of Hyrum. Hyrum, stricken with fear, nodded wordlessly at the face before him. The two men looked at one another, finding it a bit daft for a printer to wear squire-like clothes protected only by a flimsy apron. They showed their credentials to Hyrum. "They're from t'Stationers' Company," Hyrum told Lathrop with a dreadful certainty. "May we see your license?" demanded the larger man. "Me license? Aye, of course, me license." Hyrum |