Jack Vettriano The Railway Station

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Teppic stared straight ahead. Mericet appeared in front of him, wiping grey dust off his bony face. He took a length of pipe out of his mouth and tossed it aside, then pulled a clipboard out of his coat. He was bundled up even in this heat. Mericet was the kind of person who could freeze in a volcano.
'Ah,' hewidths, or twelve in wet weather",' he recited. '"Throwing distance is-"
'Name three poisons acknowledged for administration by ear.' A breeze sprang up, but it did nothing to cool the air; it just shifted the heat about. said, his voice broadcasting disapproval, 'Mr. Teppic. Well, well.' 'A fine night, sir,' said Teppic. The examiner gave him a chilly look, suggesting that observations about the weather acquired an automatic black mark, and made a note on his clipboard. 'We'll take a few questions first,' he said. 'As you wish, sir.' 'What is the maximum permitted length of a throwing knife?' snapped Mericet. Teppic closed his eyes. He'd spent the last week reading nothing but The Cordat; he could see the page now, floating tantalisingly just inside his eyelids - they never ask you lengths and weights, students had said knowingly, they expect you to bone up on the weights and lengths and throwing distances but they never- Naked terror hotwired his brain and kicked his memory into gear. The page sprang into focus. '"Maximum length of a throwing knife may be ten finger