I made my rounds again, then went off to drag the inspector a little farther along. Having done it both ways, they're easier when they're stiff than when they're limp, and he was limp again.
Lily was confused by this, so I explained the process of rigor mortis to her. (And algor mortis and livor mortis, because I paid for that degree in forensic chemistry, and I'm goddamned well going to use it)
Lily really likes the segments where the Great Detective is disguised as someone. She's going to be in for a treat over the course of the month.
An eyepatched man with shaggy hair, a terrible limp, and a withered hand staggered by, selling pencils from a tin cup. I went on point even before he emerged from the fog, recognizing from the scent that it was the Great Detective in disguise. Jack bought a pencil from him and paid him handsomely for it.
He muttered a "Bless you, guv'nor" and limped off.
I predicted in an earlier post that she would warm to Graymalk's name the more she liked the character, so I asked her what she thought of the name. I mentioned that she possibly comes from the play Macbeth. She knows who Shakespeare is, but wasn't familiar with Macbeth, so I told her a little about it, and reassured her that both Jill and Gray make it to the end.