M.K. Wiseman's Blog, page 6
December 31, 2013
#7: Crothall’s Grand Idea
Jane Temble’s disdainful, arch look was
priceless after Crothall’s dogged mooning over the woman for the better part of
the afternoon. The poor fellow
nearly lost his composure, in fact, under the lady’s withering stare,
explaining in a subdued tone, “Well, I wasn’t going to kill off the little
buggers. I was thinking that
mayhap we could smoke ‘em into submission.” At the subsequent blank
priceless after Crothall’s dogged mooning over the woman for the better part of
the afternoon. The poor fellow
nearly lost his composure, in fact, under the lady’s withering stare,
explaining in a subdued tone, “Well, I wasn’t going to kill off the little
buggers. I was thinking that
mayhap we could smoke ‘em into submission.” At the subsequent blank
#8: Clear and Immediate Danger
“A-ha!
A-ha, a-ha, a-ha, I have it!”
For the first time since Sir Reginald Crothall knocked on the door of
the Majesterial Department of Protection for Gentlemen Inventors and Scientific
Advancement two weeks prior, Inspector Giles Newberry was well and truly happy. Waving a sheet of Yard stationary, he
did a little jig of triumph and further addressed the team, “As you well know,
most of
A-ha, a-ha, a-ha, I have it!”
For the first time since Sir Reginald Crothall knocked on the door of
the Majesterial Department of Protection for Gentlemen Inventors and Scientific
Advancement two weeks prior, Inspector Giles Newberry was well and truly happy. Waving a sheet of Yard stationary, he
did a little jig of triumph and further addressed the team, “As you well know,
most of
#9: A Mind of Their Own
“Explain to me again why we’re here and Giles
and Howard are off saving the day?” Jane’s malcontent ramblings once again
filled the small confines of the cab which she shared with Reginald and James.
Perrigordon fixed the lady with a disapproving
glare, for she knew full well why Inspector Newberry had been quite clear in
his directive to the three when he had them wait out of harm’s way
and Howard are off saving the day?” Jane’s malcontent ramblings once again
filled the small confines of the cab which she shared with Reginald and James.
Perrigordon fixed the lady with a disapproving
glare, for she knew full well why Inspector Newberry had been quite clear in
his directive to the three when he had them wait out of harm’s way
