Sentence The Twohundredandsixtyninth
“Aha!” said Tavish, “you have already explained, dear Bernie, that you were following Duncan Doubleday, on that particular watchnight, because your cousins Dixie and Bunty had rescued Martin Elginbrod's two Sex Slaves and were aware that Doubleday was a confederate of Elginbrod's and was himself – not in his capacity as Deputy Chief Constable, but rather as a member of the same Paedophile Ring and confederate, in the same way as his ancestor Dominic Doubleday was to his Master, Sir Parlane MacFarlane, of Elginbrod's; he may be an evil man, he is an evil man, of that there is no doubt, but he is also an experienced Police Officer, acknowledged for his probity, with a long and distinguished career, so he would be well aware that he was being followed; by, the by, my dear, did you notice that he was also being followed by two other young women, one of them a cousin of yourself and the Twins?” and Bernie looked startled, and tried to cast her mind back to that fateful day; she had been placed at the Cockburn Street exit from The City Chambers, Dixie and Bunty at other doors, for none knew which way he would come out – he had been followed into the building by one of the Shottstown Ladies Quick Draw Club, who had alerted those in the vicinity so that all possible exits were covered like a reticulate dragnet; he had crossed over to The Malt Shovel and she remembered two women, one took a seat at a table outside while the other went in and stayed in for a while, then Doubleday had emerged and she had fallen in step behind him, but had she herself been followed? she could not recall; he had entered the Station and entered the waiting passenger lift and she had followed him in – the rest was dark and she did not want to remember, but someone had found her, had known her name, and that someone's quick thinking had brought the Paramedics who saved her life and, “Oh My God!” cried Bernie, her hand to her mouth, “it was Teri – Teri
Somerville!” “yes,” said Tavish softly, “I do believe that you owe Theresa for your life, and that is a debenture it is never possible to redeem save through the actions which you perform subsequently,” and Bernie turned her tear-streaked face to him and nodded: “I understand – we must discover what Doubleday wanted to keep hidden and why he tried to kill Tammy and I, and who else is in this Ring of which you spoke!”
“Aha!” said Tavish, “you have already explained, dear Bernie, that you were following Duncan Doubleday, on that particular watchnight, because your cousins Dixie and Bunty had rescued Martin Elginbrod's two Sex Slaves and were aware that Doubleday was a confederate of Elginbrod's and was himself – not in his capacity as Deputy Chief Constable, but rather as a member of the same Paedophile Ring and confederate, in the same way as his ancestor Dominic Doubleday was to his Master, Sir Parlane MacFarlane, of Elginbrod's; he may be an evil man, he is an evil man, of that there is no doubt, but he is also an experienced Police Officer, acknowledged for his probity, with a long and distinguished career, so he would be well aware that he was being followed; by, the by, my dear, did you notice that he was also being followed by two other young women, one of them a cousin of yourself and the Twins?” and Bernie looked startled, and tried to cast her mind back to that fateful day; she had been placed at the Cockburn Street exit from The City Chambers, Dixie and Bunty at other doors, for none knew which way he would come out – he had been followed into the building by one of the Shottstown Ladies Quick Draw Club, who had alerted those in the vicinity so that all possible exits were covered like a reticulate dragnet; he had crossed over to The Malt Shovel and she remembered two women, one took a seat at a table outside while the other went in and stayed in for a while, then Doubleday had emerged and she had fallen in step behind him, but had she herself been followed? she could not recall; he had entered the Station and entered the waiting passenger lift and she had followed him in – the rest was dark and she did not want to remember, but someone had found her, had known her name, and that someone's quick thinking had brought the Paramedics who saved her life and, “Oh My God!” cried Bernie, her hand to her mouth, “it was Teri – Teri Somerville!” “yes,” said Tavish softly, “I do believe that you owe Theresa for your life, and that is a debenture it is never possible to redeem save through the actions which you perform subsequently,” and Bernie turned her tear-streaked face to him and nodded: “I understand – we must discover what Doubleday wanted to keep hidden and why he tried to kill Tammy and I, and who else is in this Ring of which you spoke!”
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