Sentence The Sixhundredandfourteenth

 

"We will need a pantechnicon," said J Alfred Prufrock, to his two young friends and co-conspiritors, "I have found a good place to hide it, in the forest, plenty of frondescence, a shady glade, off a shady lane used only by the occasional shady lady, not quite enough of them, but they are all on my payroll and will try to ensure no-one goes too far . . . . . up the lane, I mean," and Pal and Gertie exchanged glances, but it was Pal who spoke first, "how many more shady ladies do you need?" she asked him directly, "probably just another two, to beguile any passing men, it is a known location for such encounters," and Pal smiled, while Gertie said: "just any two, or just us two?" and Prufrock's eyes flitted between them, his face slightly flushed: "actually, yes, what a splendid suggestion, why widen the circle, when it could be quite adequately contained, and as one of those men is a particular target for us, it would be best if he could be snared by someone who knows him, well, recognises him," and they both stared at him, "go on," prompted Pal, and he cleared his throat: "SS-Obersturmbannführer Gunther Grebeling," and as the girls faces paled, Pal whistled softly and Gertie said: "it's our Karma, sweetie!"