by Lois McMaster Bujold
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...Northbridge businessman right down to the hakama-like trousers, except that his wide-sleeved haori coat hung open, and he looked as squinty-eyed and tired as the lieutenant. "What, Trev?" "Look at this! A letter from Lord Vorkosigan--he's free!" The second man looked over his shoulder, and echoed, "Thank God! But why didn't he call in?" Then, after a moment more, "What? What? " The lieutenant turned the letter over and they both read on. "Is he insane?" The older man cast Jin a very narrow look, stirring up all Jin's worst fears. Policemen loomed in his imagination. "Is this real?" the older man demanded. Jin bent, picked up the fallen envelope, and held it out mutely. He swallowed and managed, "He said you'd like the thumbprint. He said it would be just like his grandfather's seal." "Is that blood ?" "Um, yah . . . ?" The older man handed the envelope to the lieutenant. "Take that downstairs and check it." "Yes, sir." Trev-san disappeared through the doorway at the back of the hall....