Malcolm Smith went out that cold winter morning, I take a shortcut through the district of South London, in Brixton, and ended in Bayswater brewery there called a breakfast with bacon, egg, tomatoes and croutons, while doing while waiting for the man with whom he wished to speak, I knew beforehand that he was a murderer, a character without scruples, who would do the dirty work, sex and money, the two things telekommunikationsgesetz together and not separated in this suburb of London, where Malcolm was, it was not hard to find guys like that, so difficult in such cases used to be, once commissioned the work, do not betray, do not leave one stuck in the matter, for that Malcolm, was regarded as an expert , could handle the social evil without any problem, because coming from there, in that world where all human miseries were housed, to make way for the biggest, strangest telekommunikationsgesetz and to the renunciation atrocities, whatever, to find in the character of the person I expected, also had been part of his life, chance, only a senseless diva of fortune, he changed his story, to stop being a lurker of the London underworld, to become a respectable gentleman, telekommunikationsgesetz how was that change? Is that social transformation? To that I tell, nobody cares, just him and Malcolm, is very jealous that someone knows, things in your life, but the truth is that again today and maybe, for once, it felt more of those thugs, telekommunikationsgesetz cored, who killed as we said, by sex or silver, or both at the same time, he was interested in Malcolm, more than anything, was the person who waited in the beer, full of smoke and dirt, with tables and chairs, marked by thousands of fighting, product drunkenness and lawlessness of the drug, awaiting the presence of John Durber, a British polish that appeared in the ports of London and stayed there, anchored forever needed to talk to John, because he was tired of his wife, unable to manage all their property, as desired, then the only occurrence for someone who could not wait for those accustomed telekommunikationsgesetz to extreme poverty, telekommunikationsgesetz one day came to enjoy the easy money, was death, poverty can be tolerated, not having anything wrongly we do believe that we are nothing, stay still, in the wretched place where we were born, but who escaped poverty, knew money , I enjoy the power this gives, and can not turn back, just want more and more, going for everything and does not care how, that proved to be the case in our Malcolm, having breakfast at the brewery, while waiting for John. It was not in accordance with the monthly high of course, that his lady assigned him, could not bear that others make decisions for the Company, without consulting him, he thought he could, telekommunikationsgesetz owner of the shares of the men believed that having come very down today, he was sure that this would forever was very high, but not at the top, as he wanted, the peak for him, he had the name and position, total control of the Company, the absolute management control of that monster, which was undoubtedly as important as the very Bank of London, to create money, hundreds of thousands of pounds, went out of his mouth, the only way for him to become captain that boat would be killing his wife, sole heir, that wonderful emporium for that, needed John, an expert in these things, an old acquaintance of past adventures, today you could really use to their plans, and he knew his character and if so, it would be easy to handle, for the purpose he sought, But soon took John! Has he drunk again, I'd pulled into a pocket, a foggy London street, looked out the window, grime glasses and fog prevented him from seeing clearly, who if and who is not, was passing the place, knew the neighborhood, although he had gone on quite some time, yet, many faces were familiar, of course including that of John, who came at that time, apparently sober headed towards him.
--If John, so long as you say, but it occurs to me from what I see, that time did not dent you, such as always, and those days that we wandered around the neighborhood aimlessly and looking for fortune.
--so Is Malcolm, on the contrary, I see very changed telekommunikationsgesetz is to you, you're a perfect gentleman, if you had not tried to change your appearance, depending on the way you dress, plus some dirt, you added to your face, would tell you that you're not from here, you do not belong here, for sure I'd be raiding in any corner telekommunikationsgesetz Malcolm, surely I would have killed, silent form, which kills the knife, well spent in a haze, so no one will notice anything of.
John --it well change, telekommunikationsgesetz I changed telekommunikationsgesetz much
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