so this is how you treat your best friend.
i have no excuse.
dawn was breaking outside the old house.
jose li’s period of ascendancy was coming to an ignominious close.
but the worst was yet to come.
inspector quant was on his way.
lady li poured herself another cup of coffee.
considering all that had happened during the long night, she appeared remarkably composed.
she was an old cowhand from the rio grande.
no one had ever caught her with her hand in the cookie jar.
she always professed not to believe in luck, but to make her own.
now all her dreams of glory had been shattered and scattered to the four winds.>
the car carrying inspector quant drove into the courtyard and the driver slammed on the brakes.
the driver, sergeant oliphant, whistled a happy tune as he was a morning person.
the inspectpr’s mind was blank, as it always was when he started on a case.
a rabbit ran across the courtyard.
upstairs, the earl slept peacefully and obliviously.
person, the butler, knocked on the earl’s door.
violence never solved anything.
francesca, lady li’s maid, suddenly appeared at the end of the corridor.
she strode purposefully toward person.
take this to heart, and remember it well.
youth will be served, when there are no more tea cups or tennis balls in hell.
the inspector is here.
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perhaps you can persuade him to just go away.
many have tried, but tradition still holds sway.
very amusing.
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