Finally, “If you’re lying to me, I’ll find out and I’ll come back for you, Norbie.” She reached into the pocket of her overcoat, fidgeting with something hidden and heavy. The nasty woman looked at him for a long time, saying nothing. “Oh, uh, I’m awfully sorry-I just wanted to know if there’s any postal service you’ll be a-needing today.” “It’s Mistress Jane, you Alaskan ice head.” “I know he’s up to something,” she whispered, barely audible and not really speaking to Norbert anymore. The lady looked away as if lost in deep thought over what she should do next. He didn’t like fibbing to such a scary woman-and crossing his fingers under the counter wouldn’t amount to a hill of beans if she found out-but somehow he just knew that if this evil lady wanted to stop Master George from doing whatever he was trying to do, then those letters needed to get in the mail, no matter what. “I’m not a-lying, ma’am,” Norbert answered, trying his best to look calm.
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