Sentence The Fourhundredandthirteenth

Robyn Macnamara arrived in Melrose in a rather fetching maroon limousine driven by an elderly chauffeur complete with a cap on his head, but all eyes were on the tall woman who emerged from the rear of the car; Ms Macnamara was dressed in a sari – having previously given exemplary service in India, where she fell in love with the comfortable and colourful dress of the women politicians with whom she met regularly, and it did not look at all out of place; she was greeted by that versatile
WPC Isa Urquhart together with her chum Trainee WPC Gertie Mountcastle who, having shaken off her disquietude over Sir Clement Dane and his patronising mansplaining and was now altogether tickety-boo, and they conducted the Consul-general to a nearby café to give her an informal briefing before her first meeting with the US servicemen who had emerged so unexpectedly (on all parts) from the Eildon Hills; “will I need to visit the Cavern?” asked Ms Macnamara, and when Isa replied, “no ma'am,” hastened to say, “Robyn, please, I can't abide all that boot-lickin' stuff, there's somethin' distinctly fetid about it: God and our parents gave us all names, let's use 'em,” to which Isa thankfully agreed; Robyn was interested in everything Isa and Gertie could tell her about the previous arrivals from The Cavern and said she would “just love to meet Mister Rhymer and the two gals, once I've had a report from Captain Turpin – you know he and his Platoon was listed as MIA and their families have believed them KIA all these years? it's goin' to be quite a shock all round when the news breaks – but I passed your request for Captain Turpin to accompany a reconnaissance group you are sending down into this Cavern on to the State Department and, providin' he is fit, able and willin', they have okayed it, and am I right in thinkin' you have Bomb Disposal included?” and Isa nodded: “Captain Turpin has said he thinks the explosion may have been from some of the Platoon's ordnance stored just back of the entrance, though he doesn't know what triggered it, and we obviously don't know what other live explosives might still be there,” and Robyn asked her last question for now: “and the four others in what was referred to as 'The Hold'?” Isa nodded, “that is what the escapees have said, and Sir Clement Dane believes one of them is our DCC Duncan Doubleday, who has been missing for a couple of weeks,” at which Robyn rolled her eyes, but said nothing, so Isa continued: “whether they are alive or deceased, since the explosion, we hope that DNA profiling might enable us to identify them,” and Robyn sprang to her feet, “I understand Isa, that the group are all at your Aunt's home, I haven't seen Cristo for a couple of years – I studied for a year under her when I was on an exchange, so I hope I can maybe stay over tonight and spend some time with her, and do you know why Professor Dane was in the cave?” but Isa shook her head: “he says he remembered tripping and falling but then woke up there, he'd been invited down to take a look once it was opened up, to see if any historical work might have been carried out, building or facing, architectural work, that sort of thing, but do you know that there are now two of him?” and Robyn groaned, “one was enough for me, first time around, I don't know if I can handle two! but come on, Griswold is paid by the hour, whether he's driving me or drinking coffee, so I hope you won't mind if we take my car, and I hope your pretty friend is coming too,” and she winked at Aggie, who blushed to her roots!