He quickly finished his drink and wiped his mouth with his sleeve. Catching Shaxper’s eye on his way out, he grinned malevolently and tossed the manuscript into the fire.
As soon as Kyd was gone, Shaxper frantically rushed to the hearth and gingerly snatched Edmund Ironside from the flames. He had a feeling it might be worth something someday, especially if he took the trouble to make a fair copy of it and pass it off as his own. That seemed only right, since Lord Oxford had disowned the play, and he wasn’t in it for the money anyway.
As it turned out, the pages were barely singed.
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