Sentence The Fivehundredandninetysecond

The noise: was it the clomp of a foot, the sounds of objurgation? whatever it was roused Gertie and Pal (for we shall keep to the gender chosen for this mission) from their post-coital slumber and they hurriedly dressed in nightwear and dressing-gowns to see what was causing it; Prufrock's door was open and he was addressing an hotel servant who wore the ostentatious livery of a major-domo and seemed only able to give footling replies to J Alfred's interrogation of him; he turned as Pal and Gertie entered the room expressing their concern: "I found this blackguard going through my things, he doubtless thought I was deep asleep, but his clumsiness aroused me," the man shook his head, "no, sir, no, sir, I am sent by manager to ask your wellness, he worry for your injuries, see!" he held out a black doctor's bad and opened it to show an assortment of medical paraphernalia; Prufrock seized the
bag and he and the man struggled until Pal stepped forward and delivered a karate-chop to the back oh his neck; the man fell senseless to the floor and Prufrock rummaged in the bag before drawing out a Luger pistol: "hey presto!" he cried, "I was right, he came to finish me off, look, see, it is fitted with a silencer, no doubt if he had been successful with me, he would have moved on to you, dear ladies - this is a professional assassin!" and Pal asked what they should do with the man, before he recovered or someone came to check on the success of his mission: "we must silence him," said Prufrock and Gertie gasped in horror!