. Irene xxxThe Slaves Of Xi Ling.Preface & Disclaimer.I would never admit that I am the under-mentioned person in f...ictional form. That would not do! It is just not the way I write this type of literature. No I will leave it to you, the reader, to decide. Was that really Adam Willis Farthing Perkins who went to Shanghai and could not decide if he regretted the experience or was it your writer Arthur Henry Sarsfield Ward? In my time I have written a deal of. But I hardly need to tell any of you that.’ He stopped by Joanne’s desk. ‘Ah, you must be Detective Cummings. I’m Sean Moynahan– oh, is this the legendary object of our Commander’s affection?’ He took the red crowbar from her, examining it, tapping it in his hand as we all watched. ‘Yes, I can see why you like to carry this, Commander.’ he said, handing it back to me. ‘It’s his Palladium, Chief.’ Cindy said. ‘Hello, Chief.’ I said, having finally calmed down. ‘Allow me to introduce you to your. ’ Jack watched in confusion as the cock of the Jack on the screen was revealed to be a bit bigger than his, and also circumcised, unlike his own. ‘What is this?’ Jack asked. ‘Like what you see?’ Mia’s voice came from behind his left ear, making him jump in his seat. He spun and saw Mia sitting in the seat behind his and to the left. A faint, red glow illuminated her figure in the dark of the theater. She was wearing a red and black corset from which hung suspenders that were holding up her. At the back sat the mountain of a blacksmith, eyes lidded with grief, and on the end sat our Reverend and his wife. Oh, I bet he was disappointed we weren’t being tried in his village church instead of in town!“Mrs Harvey Bollings, you are accused of killing men by witchcraft!” Bletchley’s high-pitched voice carried clearly through the hushed church. “Where is the witness?”A watchman pushed Jonathon to the front and a murmur of the crowd showed awareness of his obvious inebriation. He struggled.