A quest for counterfeit coins (Rousse)

The friendly policeman hovered at the door and told me about his quest for counterfeit coins. I pretended that I knew nothing, even though I had stacks of the large silver ones planted outside as garden ornaments.

Then I got back to telling SC that he was a very lazy boy for taking a bus the tiny distance from Canonmills up to York Place.

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