I WANT SOMETHING IN A CAGE MR PURCELL did not believe in ghosts. Nevertheless, the man who bought the two doves, and his strange act immediately thereafter, left him with a distinct sense
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I WANT SOMETHING IN A CAGE Small feet scampered in frantic circles —frightened, bewildered, blindly seeking. Across the shelves pulsed this endless flicker of life. But the customer
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I WANT SOMETHING IN A CAGE Smoke filmed the wintry city and the air was grey with a thick frost. Having completed his usual tasks, Mr Purcell again mounted the high stool, and unfold
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I WANT SOMETHING IN A CAGE The man’s shiny shoes squeaked forward. His suit was cheap, ill-fitting but obviously new. He had a shuttling glance and close-cropped hair. Ignoring Purc
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I WANT SOMETHING IN A CAGE “A bird’s all right.” The customer pointed suddenly to a suspended cage which contained two snowy birds. “Doves? How much for those?&rdq
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I WANT SOMETHING IN A CAGE “They give you five dollars,” laughed the man, “and a cheap suit, and tell you not to get caught again.” Mr Purcell mopped his sweati
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