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stared some more. Then Sergeant Colon, who still hadn't quite been able to put his finger on it, said: 'What do you mean, what's his first name?'
'What's his first name?'
'He's Death,' said the sergeant. 'Death. That's his whole name. I mean . . . what do you mean? . . . You mean like . . . Keith Death?'
'Well, why not?'
'He's just Death, isn't he?'
'No, that's just his job. What do his friends call him?'
'What do you mean, road. It was a slightly pretentious residence with more gables and mullions than it should rightly have, and this was a clue to its origins: it was the kind of house built for himself by a rich merchant when he goes respectable and needs to do something with the loot.friends?''All right. Please yourself.''Let's go and get a hot rum.'‘I think he looks like a Leonard.'Sergeant Colon remembered the voice. That was it. Just for a moment there . . .'I must be getting old,' he said. 'For a moment there I thought he sounded like a Susan.''I think they saw me,' whispered Susan, as the horse rounded a corner.The Death of Rats poked its head out of her pocket.SQUEAK.'I think we're going to need that raven,' said Susan. 'I mean, I . . . think I understand you, I just don't know what you're saying . . .Binky stopped outside a large house, set back a little from the