I have come to the conclusion that I am rather good at deductions. This may come as a surprise to some. Indeed, in general, my grasp of mathematics is rather tenuous. To me, arithmetic might as well be a collection of Arabic numerals. Some, although they would be uncharitable, would say that the level of… Continue reading Chapter XXXIII – Deductions
“It was one of the most beautiful moments of my stay here in New York. Another conundrum has been resolved!” Madison and Madame LaPeine de Mort were long gone, their priorities united at last. This left me serene and content with Cousin Andrew and Ypres. We were having lemonade on a terrace by the Conservatory… Continue reading Chapter XXXII – A Bucolic Moment
I would have staggered, backwards, forwards, anywhere, but there was no room to stagger. When I had last seen Michael Beaconsfield-Outremont, he was fully clothed and a steadfast, if annoying, piece of bureaucratic furniture at the UNDO office. His thighs were fully enclosed in trousers. Now, he appeared before me, still annoying, but thighs and… Continue reading Chapter XXXI – The Strip Club
I have been made aware, through experience in Mayfair’s thirsty circles, and by attending the odd Noel Coward play in the West End, that when it comes to cocktail parties there are two camps. One claims they are the worse form of entertainment. A sort of alcohol fueled networking contest with the challenge of balancing… Continue reading Chapter XXX – An American Hen Party
I am certain the seasoned reader is familiar with the expression descend into laughter. I believe I have used it on numerous occasions, and it is one of Ypres’s favourites. Well, it does not do justice to Cousin Andrew’s reaction to the news that part of Ypres’s plan was to organise a bachelorette party at… Continue reading Chapter XXIX – Descent Into Laughter
“You will not believe what that man said, Ypres!” I closed the door to the flat behind me. Instead of Ypres’s familiar maritime face, I was confronted with Cousin Andrew in one of his more spectacular suits. Indeed, it was so spectacular that I had to do a double take, prompting him to languidly turn… Continue reading Chapter XXVIII – Thrift Shop
Vasa and Ypres 