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gave him a blank stare.
'Are you a giant?' he said.
'Me? Of course not!'
'Ah. Then I must be a dwarf, yes. And that's a troll behind me,' said Cuddy. Detritus pulled himself into something 'I thought everyone knew about Leonard da Quirm. Quite barmy. But a genius, too.'
'Was he an alchemist?'
Write this down, write this down . . . Detritus looked around blearily for a burnt bit of wood and a handy wall.
'Leonard? No. He didn't belong to a Guild. Or he belonged to all the Guilds, I suppose. He got around quite a bit. He tinkered, if you know what I mean?'
'No, sir.'resembling attention.'We've come to see if you can tell us what's on this paper,' said Cuddy.'Yur,' said Detritus.Silverfish looked at it.'Oh, yes,' he said, 'some of old Leonard's stuff. Well?''Leonard?' said Cuddy. He glared at Detritus. 'Write this down,' he snapped.'Leonard of Quirm,' said the alchemist.Cuddy still looked lost.'Never heard of him?' said Silverfish.'Can't say I have, sir.'
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