The Picture of Dorian Adler

"Excuse me?" The question caught him completely unawares. He reached into a drawer adjacent to her impromptu perch to remove a hand mirror. Dorian held it up, taking in his own reflection, left, right, chin up, chin down. But for the black eye patch and the need of a shave, he couldn't detect a mark. Cudahy's work had been damaging, but like any good practitioner of the persuasive arts he'd been careful to leave the evidence within the boundaries of collars and cuffs. "Don't see anything," Adler said mildly as he regarded the image. "Mistress Lucretia's generally good about preserving one's public image."

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