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The
girl
turned
away
.
"
See
?
"
she
said
.
"
I
said
you
’
d
laugh
.
"
The
deep
tunnels
had
been
dug
in
the
1920s
,
for
a
high
-
speed
extension
to
the
Northern
Line
of
London
’
s
Underground
Railway
system
.
During
the
Second
World
War
troops
had
been
quartered
there
in
the
thousands
,
their
waste
pumped
up
by
compressed
air
to
the
level
of
the
sewers
far
above
.
Both
sides
of
the
runnels
had
been
lined
with
metal
bunk
beds
for
the
troops
to
sleep
on
.
When
the
war
ended
the
bunk
beds
had
stayed
,
and
on
their
wire
bases
cardboard
boxes
were
stored
,
each
box
filled
with
letters
and
files
and
papers
:
secrets
,
of
the
dullest
kind
,
stored
down
deep
,
to
be
forgotten
.
The
need
for
economy
had
closed
the
deep
tunnels
completely
in
the
early
1990s
.
The
boxes
of
secrets
were
removed
,
to
be
scanned
and
stored
on
computers
,
or
shredded
,
or
burned
.
Varney
made
his
home
in
the
deepest
of
the
deep
tunnels
,
far
beneath
Camden
Town
Tube
.
He
had
piled
abandoned
metal
bunk
beds
in
front
of
the
only
entrance
.
Then
he
had
decorated
.
Varney
liked
weapons
.
He
made
his
own
,
out
of
whatever
he
could
find
,
or
take
,
or
steal
,
parts
of
cars
and
rescued
bits
of
machinery
,
which
he
turned
into
hooks
and
shivs
,
crossbows
and
arbalests
,
small
mangonels
and
trebuchets
for
breaking
walls
,
cudgels
,
glaives
and
knob
-
kerries
.
They
hung
on
the
wall
of
the
deep
runnel
,
or
sat
in
corners
,
looking
unfriendly
.
Varney
looked
like
a
bull
might
look
,
if
the
bull
were
to
be
shaved
,
dehorned
,
covered
in
tattoos
,
and
suffered
from
complete
dental
breakdown
.
Also
,
he
snored
.
The
oil
lamp
next
to
his
head
was
turned
down
low
.
Varney
slept
on
a
pile
of
rags
,
snoring
and
snuffling
,
with
the
hilt
of
a
homemade
two
-
bladed
sword
on
the
ground
beside
his
hand
.
A
hand
turned
up
the
oil
lamp
.
Varney
had
the
two
-
bladed
sword
in
his
hand
,
and
he
was
on
his
feet
almost
before
his
eyes
were
open
.
He
blinked
,
stared
around
him
.
There
was
no
one
there
:
nothing
had
disturbed
the
pile
of
bunk
beds
blocking
the
door
.
He
began
to
lower
the
sword
.
A
voice
said
,
"
Psst
.
"
"
Hh
?
"
said
Varney
.
"
Surprise
,
"
said
Mr
.
Croup
,
stepping
into
the
light
.
Varney
took
a
step
back
:
a
mistake
.
There
was
a
knife
at
his
temple
,
the
point
of
the
blade
next
to
his
eye
.
"
Further
movements
are
not
recommended
,
"
said
Mr
.
Croup
,
helpfully
.
"
Mister
Vandemar
might
have
a
little
accident
with
his
old
toad
-
sticker
.
Most
accidents
do
occur
in
the
home
.
Is
that
not
so
,
Mister
Vandemar
?
"
