’ ‘Where then is your uniform?’ ‘I don’t wear it to balls. I just never had anything else fun to do. It was no wonder, there was no money to buy food for the house. The door opened, and a slightly overweight pretty blonde, an older, wiser version of Michelle, came into view. His shirt was unfastened, his vest unbuttoned, his hose ungartered; his feet were stuck into a pair of pantoufles, his arms into a greasy flannel dressing-gown, his head into a thrum-cap, the cap into a tie-periwig, and the wig into a gold-edged hat. O'Higgins was all that the doctor had imagined a detective to be: a bulky policeman in civilian clothes.
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