Benjamin Munro was his name. She mouthed the syllables silently, Benjamin James Munro, twenty-six years old, late of London. He had no dependents, was a hard worker, a man not given to baseless talk....
You're a storyteller, Alice Edevane, Ben had told her late one afternoon, as the river tripped coolly by and the pigeons came home to roost. I've never met a person with such a clever imagination, suc...