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What are you looking for?’ Dick asks. He’s wandering aimlessly around the room.
‘Clues,’ I say.
‘So, this is like Scooby Doo! I told you,’ he says.
‘I don’t know. I’d prefer to think it’s more Agatha Christie,’ I say, not taking my eyes from the fireplace.
‘Agatha is far less fun,’ he says.
‘Precisely,’ I reply. ‘I don’t know about you, but I don’t fancy any masked villains showing up while we’re digging.
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