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The Master Thief of Japan

A man was known as a master thief in Japan; he was well-known, famous, all over the country. And, of course, he was a master thief so nobody had ever been able to catch hold of him. He was never caught red-handed — although everybody knew that he was the one who had stolen — even from the treasury of the king he had been stealing. And he was always leaving marks of his so everybody would know who had been there.

The Fly

Y’are very snug in here,’ piped old Mr Woodifield, and he peered out of the great, green leather armchair by his friend the boss’s desk as a baby peers out of its pram. His talk was over; it was time for him to be off.

Forgotten

I waited with guilt and sadness as the long time rusty doors of the asylum were ripped open. The only reason why I agreed to this was because I was a historian.