"You are Snufkin, the detective?" she said.
"What's it to you?"
When she moved she left a trail of frost behind her. She said, 'I am the Groke.'
"It's the Dweller Under the Sink," she said. "He'd disappeared."
"So?"
"He has something of mine. I want it back."
"Moomintroll."
"Ah, yes. One moomin looks so much like another, don't you find?"
"Not really," I said.
I thought of Moomintroll, and the last time I'd seen him. The massacre on Hattifattener Island.
I felt so very tired.
The Groke said, "Are you sure?"
"I saw him die. The lightning - there was so much lightning!"
"He's still alive," she said. "I can give him back to you. If you take the job."
The Groke said, "You don't."
I couldn't trust the Groke, but I had nothing left to lose, not anymore.