Look at them.

The The Wax Work by Alfred Burridge.

It was closing time at Mariner's Waxworks.

The last few visitors came out in twos and threes through the big glass doors.

But Mr. Mariner, the boss, sat in his office, talking to a caller, Raymond Husson.

Husson was a thin man, carefully but poorly dressed. He spoke well, but seemed to be losing his

fight to do well in the world.

Mariner began to speak in answer to a question from his visitor.

Please don't think that what you're asking for is anything new, he said.

A lot of people ask to stay the night in our murderers' room.

We always say no, because it does nothing for us. But you are a writer,

now that's quite different. We like people to read about us. It helps to bring in more visitors,

and more money. That's just what I thought, said Hewon. "'I knew that you wanted my help.'

Mariner laughed.

"'Oh, I know what you're going to say next.

Somebody told me that Madam Two Swords gives people £100 to stay the night in their murderer's room.

But you mustn't think we're as rich as they are.

Tell me, what newspaper do you work for, Mr. Hewson?

Oh, I work for any newspaper that takes what I write, said Hewson carefully.

I know that I can easily sell this story.

The Morning Times takes anything I do to do with murderers.

Just think, a night with Mariner's murderers. Every newspaper is going to want that.

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