Chapter 56 · for subscribers
A slate, a bath chair and the same line copied eleven times in a child's round printing. Every schoolroom in this country teaches a hand by repetition: you give the child a line and the child writes it out until the letters stop being hers. I stood over that slate for a long time before I let myself read what the line said, and I have been a detective for twenty years, and I read it wrong three times on purpose.
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