Sentence The Fivehundredandthirtythird

Little Levy Balquhidder gurgled and played with his mobile, above the cot; his spirit had a lot of thinking to do: as Pherson Dalwhinnie he had known Professor Sir Clement Dane but had been unaware of Dane's involvement with whatever was going on inside the Eildons – he didn't now buy the two Professors' claim to be innocently embroiled in the mysterious things that had been happening and it was only after reading the article in the Southern Reporter that he even knew of the exploration which had resulted in the disappearance of Roxy Davidova, leader of the Unionist Party, now the Official Opposition at Holyrood! this was the first time he had really railed internally about the imprisonment of babyhood - previously these first months and years had been a welcome respite after the physical and mental activity of his immediately previous life, so now he began to take advantage of his parents' (Rary and Rilla) habit of leaving newspapers, letters, and books lying around: in the brief periods when they were both out of the the living room he devoured everything he could reach and they laughed to find him playing happily on the floor with an eviscerated

newspaper, or a pile of books, one on top of the other like building blocks; they had no idea of how complete his knowledge of local affairs was, that he had, without tutelary guidance, harnessed the vitriolic invective which, in his previous life as Pherson Dalwhinnie, he had used to such deleterious effect, and now he knew exactly how all the 'Movers' and 'Shakers' in the Region's Political, Cultural and Social circles fitted together; who was screwing whom and how, where, when and why; if he only had control of the Police and Security Services he could have mopped up the entire criminalistics in the snap of a finger, the twinkling of an eye, or the burping of a smile which so delighted Rilla; forget Ironside in his wheelchair, forget paraplegic Lincoln Rhymes, Little Levy Balquhidder could solve all the crimes - if he only had a voice! and then the idea struck him: he could have a voice, he would have a voice, but he would need to be very, very careful – and very, very daring!