Chapter 2.1: Investigations II
Mahoney chuckled at the compliment. "Aye, a fine paper," he said, the emphasis making it clear that he found the compliment amusing.
He grinned at the offer of the whiskey and took the bottle. [Language unknown: "Era rutionast the"] he said to Millicent, tipping his hat to her.
"I see no reason not to have a drink, but it won't be needed to get me to talk," he said to them, pulling out a few glasses. He opened the bottle right there, and poured himself a measure as well as one for each of them without asking whether they wanted one or not.
"Pleased to meet ya as well," he said to Walter.
He took a long drink, finishing what he had poured himself, and poured another, though he didn't drink it immediately, leaving it to sit. "Jackson was a good bloke, as I said earlier. We'd go out for a pint most times he was passin' thru here. First met him when he came here to write a book a few years ago. Witch Cults of England. A good yarn, that was. Anyhow, last time he was in town he seemed in a rush. He promised me a story about an evil cult operating outta London, if ye can believe it."
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