Sentence The Twohundredandtwentyfourth
At the Ski Slope, the forceful WPC Isa Urquhart had Trainee WPC Gertie Mountcastle's heart swelling with admiration as her Mentor quickly swept aside protestations of 'confidentiality' and 'breach of trust' proffered by a pimply youth who described himself as the venue's Security Officer (“even if there was real snow here, I doubt he'd leave much of a sitzmark if he landed on that skinny bum,” said Isa to Gertie sotto voce, and the Trainee WPC giggled) and obtained access to the relevant surveillance discs for one of the Security Cameras – “really only for Health and Safety matters relating to our Staff and Customers, we don't snoop on who they may be interacting with” said the embarrassed boy and Isa was tempted to ask him if he ever glimpsed galanthophiles cavorting among the snowdrops, but was too generous of heart to cause him further embarrassment – and they returned to The Cowgate and Grassmarket Community Policing Hub where the pair squeezed into two chairs,
and Gertie found her leg pressed tight against Isa's. giving her a glow throughout her body and turning her freckled face crimson; “look here,” said Isa, pointing at the screen, and the picture, from a distance, showed Dr Frangible Arbuthnot, easily identifiable in his pink tutu, standing by the roadside, opposite the empty field, on the opposite side of which they could make out the crashed car wedged into a clump of bushes; and as Isa rewound the video at twice normal speed, they gasped simultaneously, for, sure enough, they saw a file of cows walking backwards into view, to form a
small herd around the car and further backward, The Gadfly scampered backwards down the hill, stuck his head into the vehicle, slammed the door shut and retraced his steps to his own car at the roadside; on replaying the entire scene forward, to the time when The Gadfly had taken up his post to await the Emergency services, they immediately spotted a grainy figure emerge from the vehicle in the bushes, surround himself with the small herd, and accompany it out of shot – the cows moving in single file with the inconnu mostly hidden on the far side of one of them; “he was telling the truth,” gasped Gertie; “indeed he was,” responded Isa; “The Gadfly is proving to be our Talisman on this Case; I think we need to confront that Farmer, who was obviously lying through his teeth.”; “Blues and Twos again.” asked the excitable Trainee WPC: “you betcha sweet bippy,” laughed Isa, hortatory in voice and action, and Gertie once more blushed crimson to her roots!
At the Ski Slope, the forceful WPC Isa Urquhart had Trainee WPC Gertie Mountcastle's heart swelling with admiration as her Mentor quickly swept aside protestations of 'confidentiality' and 'breach of trust' proffered by a pimply youth who described himself as the venue's Security Officer (“even if there was real snow here, I doubt he'd leave much of a sitzmark if he landed on that skinny bum,” said Isa to Gertie sotto voce, and the Trainee WPC giggled) and obtained access to the relevant surveillance discs for one of the Security Cameras – “really only for Health and Safety matters relating to our Staff and Customers, we don't snoop on who they may be interacting with” said the embarrassed boy and Isa was tempted to ask him if he ever glimpsed galanthophiles cavorting among the snowdrops, but was too generous of heart to cause him further embarrassment – and they returned to The Cowgate and Grassmarket Community Policing Hub where the pair squeezed into two chairs,
and Gertie found her leg pressed tight against Isa's. giving her a glow throughout her body and turning her freckled face crimson; “look here,” said Isa, pointing at the screen, and the picture, from a distance, showed Dr Frangible Arbuthnot, easily identifiable in his pink tutu, standing by the roadside, opposite the empty field, on the opposite side of which they could make out the crashed car wedged into a clump of bushes; and as Isa rewound the video at twice normal speed, they gasped simultaneously, for, sure enough, they saw a file of cows walking backwards into view, to form a
small herd around the car and further backward, The Gadfly scampered backwards down the hill, stuck his head into the vehicle, slammed the door shut and retraced his steps to his own car at the roadside; on replaying the entire scene forward, to the time when The Gadfly had taken up his post to await the Emergency services, they immediately spotted a grainy figure emerge from the vehicle in the bushes, surround himself with the small herd, and accompany it out of shot – the cows moving in single file with the inconnu mostly hidden on the far side of one of them; “he was telling the truth,” gasped Gertie; “indeed he was,” responded Isa; “The Gadfly is proving to be our Talisman on this Case; I think we need to confront that Farmer, who was obviously lying through his teeth.”; “Blues and Twos again.” asked the excitable Trainee WPC: “you betcha sweet bippy,” laughed Isa, hortatory in voice and action, and Gertie once more blushed crimson to her roots!
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