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    A Queer Trade
    A Queer Trade
    A Queer Trade
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    A Queer Trade

    By KJ Charles

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    Apprentice magician Crispin Tredarloe returns to London to find his master dead, and his papers sold. Papers with secrets that could spell death. Crispin needs to get them back before anyone finds out what he's been doing, or what his magic can do.

    Crispin tracks his quarry down to waste paper dealer Ned Hall. He needs help, and Ned can’t resist Crispin’s pleading—and appealing—looks. But can the waste-man and the magician prevent a disaster and save Crispin’s skin?

    A 16,000 word story set in the Charm of Magpies world, and a prequel to the novel Rag and Bone (March 2016). This story was first published as part of the Charmed & Dangerous anthology.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherKJ Charles
    Release dateFeb 2, 2016
    ISBN9781311652409
    A Queer Trade
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    KJ Charles

    KJ Charles is a writer and editor. She lives in London with her husband, two kids, a garden with quite enough prickly things, and a cat with murder management issues. Find her on Twitter @kj_charles for daily timewasting and the odd rant, or in her Facebook group, KJ Charles Chat, for sneak peeks and special extras.

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    A Queer Trade - KJ Charles

    A Queer Trade

    KJ Charles

    Copyright © 2015 KJ Charles

    Published by Smashwords

    9781311652409

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    First published in Charmed & Dangerous, JCP Books, 2015.

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    Table of Contents

    Chapter One

    Chapter Two

    Chapter Three

    Chapter Four

    Chapter Five

    Other Books by KJ Charles

    About KJ Charles

    O, it's a queer trade, but there's many worse.

    – Of the Street-Buyers of Waste Paper

    London Labour and the London Poor

    Chapter One

    Marleigh was dead: to begin with.

    Hepzibah Marleigh, gentleman of the parish of St. Alban the Martyr. Bent-backed, blue eyes bright in a face like crumpled parchment, teeth as brown as the meerschaum pipe they always clamped. He had lived in the cluttered house in Baldwin’s Gardens for so long that it seemed impossible he should not be there.

    But he was dead. He had been hit by an omnibus in the street and died under its wheels while Crispin spent a month at home lying to his parents, and while he doubtless hadn’t been happy about that, it was Crispin who had to deal with the calamity he’d left behind.

    You sold his papers? Crispin said hoarsely, staring at the old man’s inheritors. "You sold the papers?"

    Well, and if we did? Nothing but a lot of old rubbish.

    It was my rubbish! Crispin yelped. He left it to me! To the individual serving as my apprentice at the time of my death, in a document dated thirty years previously. Mr. Marleigh had said he intended to make a new will when Crispin had been summoned urgently to his mother’s sickbed. He’d said they’d discuss it on his return.

    Mrs. Burford swelled. "You may think we’ve nothing better to do than sit on top of piles of waste awaiting your convenience, Mr. Tredarloe. We’re clearing the house and if there were things you needed there, then you should have been here to say so. I’m sure it’s a pity if you wanted the old man’s leavings, but it was hardly valuable, now, was it?"

    He left you his books and documents, Mr. Burford said firmly. That’s what the will said, and that’s what we kept. Every book on the shelves and every paper in his desk or cabinet. You can’t argue with that.

    "He kept the most important papers on the floor." Crispin tried to stop his voice from shaking. He could see the scorn in Mr. Burford’s eyes as it was. A big, foursquare man who would probably take great pride in telling the world how practical he was, and have nothing but contempt for a willowy, airy-fairy type.

    Rubbish. Ha, that’s a good one, eh? If it’s left on the floor, it’s rubbish. You wouldn’t run a business with paper strewn over the floor, would you? I’m a practical man—

    Of course you are, you stupid, swaggering clod, Crispin thought savagely. And you don’t have the faintest idea what you’ve done, or what I’d like to do to you, or what I could.

    Now, really, Mrs. Burford said. Don’t make such a parade of a little thing. What did these papers matter anyway?

    They might kill other people. They’ll probably kill me.

    Crispin bit that back and said, as politely as he could, Can you tell me what you did with it all?

    ***

    He headed down Grape Street, looking for the waste-man’s premises.

    The Burfords had given him the date of the sale, three days ago—three days! What might have happened in three days? They claimed to have forgotten the waste-man’s name. Crispin doubted that. Mrs. Burford was no lady of refinement who would leave such matters to a steward; he would wager she’d bargained with the man herself. They knew perfectly well they were in the wrong, and were taking out their guilt on their victim.

    He’d tried four waste-men already, with no success, but the last had considered the matter as if chewing a plug of tobacco, and at last given his opinion: Baldwin’s Gardens? Try Neddy Hall. Grape Street, room behind the Rag and Bottle.

    Grape Street was a dank and noisome alley, on the edge of St. Giles. The houses on both sides leaned towards each

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