Sentence The Fivehundredandthirtynineth

Gertie fluttered her lashes at the suave officer, a gesture he clearly interpreted as a propine, for he visibly preened and when Gertie, managing to disguise her inebriation, said: "howdy soldier, whadda ya know? where ya been, where d'ya go?" he bowed and extended his hand, which Gertie was tempted to bite, but shook instead, and he replied: "SS-Obersturmbannführer Gunther Grebeling at
your service, Frauleine?" and she responded: "Gertie Mountcastle, your Honour, pleased to meetcha," and he continued, "the honour is all meine, Frauleine, do I take it you are British? very wittish? but I know your name, Mountcastle, is not that a branch of the family of the Duke of Wester Ross in Schottland? you are such a scion of the family?" and she piped up with, "darn' tootin, good shootin. Mister Major, ya got me, G-Man!" and gave her impression of Baby-Face Nelson falling dead in his arms, then looked up with a wink and a grin, "am I close? or am I closer than close? perhaps I should explain that military ranks around the world is my specialist subject, my bailiwick, so to speak, butcha ain't spilled all the beans buster, have ya?" and he laughed, "you are very observant and perceptive too, Frauleine Mountcastle, you should be an interrogator or quizmaster. or mistress, but you asked where have I been, I have been to see the Queen and where do I go, I go to see the Show. and you must accompany me first to dinner and I will not release you until you tell me where I have been and where I will go," and Gertie squinted at him and arms akimbo declared: "you gotta deal, buster, but there's two of me so let's go and get the other one," and dragged him into the bar to find Palestrina, dodging the Leica choir (what today might be termed the Nikon choir - the squad of paparazzi waiting to snatch celebs in a state of confusion and indecency)!