Sentence The Twohundredandseventieth
“A Guid New Year Tae Yin and A'” echoed through the Hall; “Huzzah!” cried Daphne, “Magnificat,” trilled Maude, as Detective Inspector Gordon Brevity became the First Foot at Aunty Christ's Melrose Home – tall and dark and carrying a coal briquette in one hand and a bottle of the finest amber liquid in the other, somehow managing an impression of maladroit naivety which belied his superlative abilities as a juggler; “this is truly a sign that the Year of Our Lord 2016 shall be the wondrous annus mirabilis Thomas the Rhymer predicted; you are familiar with the prophecies, Gordon?” “oh, yes, Aunt Daphne, in fact I have here a gift for Aunty Christ's Library, Elizabeth Burton's The Life and Times of Thomas of Ercildoune: The Rhymer, which I noticed on my last visit was one she didn't have,” “well, that is great prescience on the part of the most brilliant detective in Edinburgh, since Mr McLevy,” said Goldy, his wife, who had just put her head round the door, “come in, me beloved, before we all die of diphtheria!”










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