The Fatal Flying Affair (A Lady Hardcastle Mystery, #7)

by T.E. Kinsey

‘We’re not going to be able to spot a spy while we’re on a factory tour, dear. They don’t wear badges.’

‘Not at all one for obliquity, I. Ask and ye shall receive and all that. Beat about the bush and all you’ll get is a nervous bush. Shrubs are wary of being beaten.’

‘Comfortable in your company, old horse. If you can’t relax in your sister’s house, then where?’

‘We’re not quorate,’ said the ruddy-faced farmer. ‘Very well,’ she said. ‘All in favour of reducing the quorum under these exceptional circumstances, and sacking Mr Higgins from the committee, say, “Aye.”’ There was a chorus of ‘Aye’s and one, ‘Well, of all the—’ ‘Motion carried. Thank you for your service, Mr Higgins. Now . . . moving the show?’ Another chorus of ‘Aye’s and one, ‘To the devil with the lot of you.’ The motion was carried and Mr Higgins stalked off.

That's one way to vote someone off a committee! ;)