The girl had glared at the mention of their father. What was it? Vincente couldn't help but notice, and as usual, he'd never stop at noticing.
"When I was about your age," he said, with a slightly amplified expression of regret, "I didn't have anything to solve. I didn't have anything to solve for a long time, actually; you're rather lucky. So, I tried to do the other thing Holmes likes to do - pretend that I'm 'reading' people like he does. It's not always correct, but I like trying it. I don't do it much now, though, because sometimes people get offended because of it."
An omnivorous reader with a strangely retentive memory for trifles.
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