It was black and quite heavy and went down to my knees. They don’t make them like that much anymore without selling them for an astronomical price. I will admit that it was quite old-fashioned-looking but who cares as long as you’re warm. Wearing it I could’ve stepped out of a Charles Dickens’ novel.
The other day I was telling my friend Danny about it. Danny and I have been friends for years. We went through university together. He was funny. He always said when he left university he wanted to be a spy and he ended up being a boring office worker! When I told him about the coat he laughed and said it used to be his!
I told him that there was a bit of paper in the coat pocket and it read “The robin is on the bough”. That was all. “The robin is on the bough”. Quite mysterious really.
Danny went pale and got the shakes and said he wasn’t feeling too good and left. I thought he looked more upset than sick. Anyway “The robin is on the bough” seemed innocuous to me. Sort of like code used by spies. But this morning I got a phone call saying that Danny had done himself in.
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