#28: Beg pardon but... did you say QUIP?

“. . . 's the safest place in London,” Perrigordon grumbled, unlocking the back door of the old waterfront warehouse. “Believe you me, if it wasn't on Smyth's orders. . .” The professor trailed off noting the bleak look in Ms. Temble's eyes, a look that currently trumped his own peevish discomfort over having to allow anyone into his inner sanctum.

“Now, now, miss. He'll be alright. Just you