That must be the butler at last. Put the tea on the table. That will be all. He is decisive. He pulls out a plastic bag and pulls it tight around the old man’s head. Barely a tremor, and soon the old man relaxes, except that hand scrawling down some final sentences. He will flee, and when the butler returns, the old man will be sitting, asleep, the book gone. To be published.
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