Hugh Hamilton
Hugh carefully made his way down the cliff with the aid of a well trodden, albeit steep, path.
"Hello Ben," he said, presumably to Ben.
"Oh hello," replied Ben.
"Isn't this odd," commented Hugh
"Indeed it is."
There followed a healthy pause.
"So," said Hugh, "where are the bookshops?"
"In there I assume," said Ben, pointing in there.
Hugh rubbed his hands greedily.
"You coming?" he said.
"What about the case?" protested Ben.
Hugh's face dropped into oblivion.
"Sigh," sighed Hugh aloud.
"He's in that hanging somewhere."
"All right, let's go."
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