I Sell The Dead Page #3

do you hear me?

You little toe rag.

Get back here.

Ha ha.

I'm very proud of you, lad.

Willie, I think it's time

we talk about my salary.

Oh, what about it?

Well, I think it's time I had one.

Ha!

We'll take that

sentiment down to the pub.

Arthur Blake.

When will you be making an

honest woman out of me, then?

Ah, go on, you old brasser.

You come back with your earnings,

and I'll show you a brasser.

Willie.

I think it's time we

talk about my salary, now.

Oh, shut up.

It's not even a full moon.

You'll have the mick

brigade after yous now.

After who?

Nobody saw me, Ronnie.

It was all the young blackguard's doing.

Yeah well, there'd be no Burke

without the little Hare over here.

You two are getting a reputation.

You need to lie low for a while.

Oh, we had to do it.

That ornament Dr. Quint had us

between a rock and a hard place.

And now we can't get near

the cemeteries no more.

He's threatening the law if

we don't keep up deliveries.

He's got you by the bollocks, then.

Bastard.

I'll drink to the end of him.

You know, I hear he plays

each corpse a tune on his fiddle

before he gets stuck in.

Enough of Quint.

Sever all ties, that's what I say.

Speak of the devil.

Evening, doctor.

Gentlemen.

A port, Ronnie, and

two ales for my friends.

It's very kind of you, boss.

That's what friends are for, Willie.

Wonderful catch last night, boys.

But I must admit I am curious

as to why it was such a

fresh and clean specimen.

Ah, well, nothing too untoward boss,

snatched it from a wake, so we did.

One must be creative in these times.

Advancing medicine is

what you two are doing.

History will be very kind, gentlemen.

As will I.

But I am afraid this

is not a social visit.

My practice is in dire need, gentlemen.

Ah.

Well, the thing is,

things have been a

bit slow lately, boss.

What kind of weak fool are you?

There's a perfect specimen

standing right beside you.

He helps me out.

He's earned his keep in this world.

I need more corpses,

and I need them now.

I don't care where they come from,

and if you two can't get them for me,

I'll hire Murphy and his men,

and I'll have two fresh

corpses on my table

by the end of the week.

Swine.

He'll be the death of us.

Stiffed us with the bill too.

I have filth on you two,

enough to see you hanged,

drawn, and quartered.

I need them fresher.

Get rid of this stale thing

and bring me something worthwhile.

I need more corpses, more corpses.

I need more corpses.

The stink of that

corpse is almost as foul

as the two of you.

Get me fresh specimens immediately,

or there will be trouble.

That's how it was for years.

Slaving away for Quint,

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