Unfortunately this issue contained a column on the facial semaphore of Rubbery Men which the Professor himself had written. He's deeply upset when no-one mentions it, and sets you homework that keeps you up all night.
You drop the bundle in the river, collect your fee, and that seems to be that. You’d swear no-one was the wiser, if it wasn’t for the Emeritus Professor of Horology’s hurried purchase of a number of large-leafed, soft-paged books…
