I Sell The Dead Page #4
making sure he was happy.
Meanwhile, we weren't making a penny.
On the bread line, we were.
A hard slog.
One job though, one
job changed all that.
One job turned us from
body snatchers into ghouls.
Ghouls?
Ghouls.
A body snatcher will steal the dead,
about anything, dead or other.
Time was when a corpse didn't do much,
just laid there.
Not so anymore.
Well, I mean, surely to God,
a corpse is a corpse is a corpse.
What harm is one to anyone?
Plenty, if it has a good mind to.
I see.
No, you don't.
I think I do.
Father, if I've learned
anything over the years,
it's that you never,
ever trust a corpse.
I had hoped to be
snatchers Grimes and Blake
had been reprimanded, I
rushed here to meet with you.
You've heard of us, then?
Oh, your reputation precedes you
in certain circles.
Occult circles.
You have some knowledge
of the occult, then.
Things that go...
In the night, yes.
Yes.
When I first heard the stories,
I thought they were
the stuff of nonsense.
But lately I've come to accept them,
and I actively pursue the tellers.
Unfortunately, my time
with them is brief.
In fact, you'd be dead right
now if it wasn't for me.
Is that so?
Oh, yeah.
I paid the executioner
for our time together.
Is this the first
time you've paid someone
to be alone with a man, Father?
You're not looking too
funny right now Mr. Blake.
Willie Grimes.
Willie Grimes introduced you
to the underbelly of
the resurrection trade.
Well, not so much as introduced me,
more as stumbled upon it with me.
Ronnie put us onto this job.
Out on the moors, it was,
right in the middle of nowhere.
Took us ages to find it.
But it was worth the effort.
Right, it's ready.
You can unearth the thing.
I'm wrecked.
You're getting old.
I'm getting hungry.
Me too.
I hate this.
Backbreaking work, and all
we ever are is famished.
And broke.
was a little less miserable,
things might be different.
We should do him in.
Ah, he's too well connected.
Besides, that's a mug's game.
Still, I'm hungry enough,
I could eat that corpse over there.
What you got there?
Sandwich.
A what which?
Sandwich.
It's food.
Food.
something in the middle.
It's genius.
Ah, it's queer.
No, it's all right.
You can put anything inside.
What's in it?
Uh, looks like...
Like?
Looks like it tastes
better than it looks.
How did you afford one?
- I nicked it.
- Arthur.
What?
I'll pay them back when I'm flush.
I fancy a bite.
Give it here.
I'll tell you what.
I'll share it with you for
a few glugs of your whiskey.
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