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“I think that’s a wolf coming.” Caddick snorted. “This is Hampstead Heath. One does not see wolves on Hampstead Heath. At least, not the four-legged kind.” Lyle continued “And Aunt Anna always warned us to watch out for wolves.” “Aunt Anna – God bless her soul and spätzle – grew up in Baden where, as you know perfectly well, there live many things not to be found in Golders Green. Pass the digestives. Thanks.” Lyle fished distractedly under the bench for the Thermos. “It is rather shaggy.” “And many other things are shaggy,” the acid barely diluted. “Woolly mammoths are shaggy, but a woolly mammoth is not a wolf. You yourself are shaggy, and you score over both wolf and mammoth in often being seen on Hampstead Heath. Anyway, it's a dog.” An icy gust hid the face of the Chancellor, exposed the half-finished crossword. “Disturbing to confuse sin with virtue,” intoned Caddick. “I only said it looks like a wolf,” Lyle objected. “No, eleven across, ‘Disturbing to confuse sin w...