Samuel VII
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Samuel VII

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fiction

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The detective took one foot out of the basin. “Did you say Jeopardy!? What’s that?” he asked, drying his foot with the towel.

“See? He doesn’t know either,” the voice said.

Samuel stopped for a few seconds and then kept writing.

“Jeopardy!? Oh, Detective, it’s amazing! People stand behind little podiums and answer all sorts of questions. It’s surprisingly educational.”

“Does the abbess enjoy watching it too?” he asked, taking his other foot out.

“Of course. All of us do! We watch it after dinner in the common room. We have a TV there. It was a generous donation from the mayor.”

“Interesting. Tell me about the abbess.”

“I’m not really the best person to ask. I was assigned here two years ago. Sister Claire knows her much better.”

“Why did they send you here?”

She took a deep breath. “They never really told me why. They just said, ‘Go there and find out what’s going on. Report once a week.’”

“Now I know what this is all about,” the voice said.

“You said that already,” Samuel replied.

“Yes, but... now it’s different.”

“You say that every time. How is it different?”

“Don’t you see it? It’s so obvious even a child could see it.”

Samuel leaned back in his chair. “Okay, so what is it? Surprise me.”

“Alright — the nun is a spy.”

“A spy? Where did you get that from? Does she have a suspicious accent or something?”

“Well, you said she was British.”

“So?”

“British intelligence services exist for a reason.”

“Right, because MI6 spends its time investigating collapsing convents in the middle of nowhere.”

“Where exactly does it say it's in the middle of nowhere?"

“...”

“Think about it. This could be anywhere. London, Timbuktu...”

“A collapsing convent in London?”

“Stranger things have happened.”

“Tell me about it.”

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