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- 'People. Someone must have helped Milton move the equipment, and they will know where it went.'
- 'So we ask around,' Clara suggested. 'See if anyone in the area knows anything. If there is anyone in the area,' she added, remembering how deserted it had seemed.
- [...]
- 'Him,' the Doctor announced suddenly, sitting upright and pointing across the bar.
- Clara followed his finger to see a thin, elderly man with pinched features sitting alone at a small table on the other side of the room, holding a pewter tankard.
- 'What about him?' she asked.
- 'He has his own tankard, so he's a regular. They probably keep it behind the bar. He's on his own, happy in his own company. And he's watching. He knows everyone—see how he nods as people pass. Says hello, and exchanges a few pleasantries. Everyone likes him, and he knows everyone's business. So he's the one.'
- 'The one what?' Strax said. 'The one to be taken outside and ruthlessly interrogated?'
- 'No,' the Doctor said. 'The one we need to buy a drink.'
- [...]
- The Doctor's instincts had, not surprisingly, proved correct. The man's name was Anderson, and he seemed to know everything about everyone in the area.
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