The Book
The Book

Leonard Simpkins

 

 

 

"It's Mr Barton, isn’t it?" came a voice from his right, and there emerged from the Librarian’s office a rather random assembly of elbows, sideburns and knees, covered in what seemed to Nathaniel to be an identical tweed to that worn by his previous acquaintance at the Institution (and her dog). Was this some kind of uniform?