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’
Good
.
Good
.
Never
really
thought
of
it
as
a
job
for
Mort
,
you
know
,
but
it
’
s
good
work
,
good
work
,
always
very
reliable
.
What
’
s
your
name
?
’
DEATH
.
’
Dad
—
’
said
Mort
urgently
.
’
Can
’
t
say
I
recognise
the
firm
,
’
said
Lezek
.
’
Where
are
you
based
exactly
?
’
FROM
THE
UTTERMOST
DEPTHS
OF
THE
SEA
TO
THE
HEIGHTS
WHERE
EVEN
THE
EAGLE
MAY
NOT
GO
,
said
Death
.
’
That
’
s
fair
enough
,
’
nodded
Lezek
.
’
Well
,
I
—
’
’
Dad
—
’
said
Mort
,
pulling
at
his
father
’
s
coat
.
Death
laid
a
hand
on
Mort
’
s
shoulder
.
WHAT
YOUR
FATHER
SEES
AND
HEARS
IS
NOT
WHAT
YOU
SEE
AND
HEAR
,
he
said
.
DO
NOT
WORRY
HIM
.
DO
YOU
THINK
HE
WOULD
WANT
TO
SEE
ME
–
IN
THE
FLESH
,
AS
IT
WERE
?
’
But
you
’
re
Death
,
’
said
Mort
.
’
You
go
around
killing
people
!
’
