Sentence
The Tenth
“Oh, Gosh!”
exclaimed Roxy Davidova, pausing for breath, and looking down at her
suit, which was now covered with a fine,
pinkish-whitish-bluish-greyish dust; “I say, what is all this
stuff?” she asked, starting to brush it off with her hands, and
Daphne laughed heartily, for she was genuinely entertained by Roxy's
query, cried that it was original Edinburgh Rock, and swung her arms
expansively, indicating the rock floor, walls and roof of the winding
tunnel in which they had paused, adding that it's an aa, at which
Roxy looked puzzled; “what's a naa?” she asked, scratching her
scalp as Stan Laurel was wont to do; and Daphne grinned, and
explained that it was not a naa, but an aa, because you see, she
added, pointing, that it was rough lava dating back to Edinburgh's
last period of volcanic activity, and that, she added, wasn't
yesterday....but Roxy still looked perplexed; “no,” she said,
“I'd have heard about it,” doggedly nodding her head to
demonstrate how positive she was that she was absolutely up-to-date –
and Daphne chuckled merrily; which was when Maude pointed to a shape
which seemed at odds with it's surrounding, and asked, “what's
that?”; at which Daphne strode forward, seized the object, which
was a rather large Gladstone Bag and tossed it to Roxy, saying that
it was a portmanteau, and asking if she could see any indication of
it's owner; Roxy fumbled with the clasp, and managed to open the bag
– she gasped and put one hand over her mouth! - Daphne took the bag
from her and turned to Maude, twisting the bag inside out as she did
so, which caused a photograph and a rosary to fall on the ground,
asking Maude if they meant anything to her, at which Maude picked up
the objects and studied them - when she too gasped, and looked at
Roxy, “is this your mother,” she asked, showing Roxy and Daphne a
photograph of the Dowager Duchess of Tomintoul, in her full regalia
as one of the Queen's Ladies of the Besom and Broom – Roxy nodded,
and pointed at the rosary, “and that was hers too, handed down from
generation to generation, mother to daughter, for hundreds of years,
together with the portmanteau – it belonged to Sister Evadne
Eglantine,” and she started to croon an old nursery rhyme her
mother had sung to her when she was very young; Daphne took command
of the situation, saying (rather abruptly) “Don't get maudlin on
us, Miss Davidova, but tell us when and where you last saw these
things and who had them, for it may be that whoever that was is the
very person who so cruelly tried to end my life back in yonder dark
oubliette!”
The Dowager Duchess of Tomintoul in her full regalia
as one of HerMajesty The Queen's Ladies of the
Besom and Broom
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