By Ngaio Marsh
Ng'ombwana is a (fictional) African kingdom to have emerged within the wake of colonialism; because it occurs, its President is Inspector Alleyn's old-fashioned pal, the "Boomer." old style ties being what they're, the Boomer – making an reputable stopover at to London – insists that Alleyn deal with his defense, instead of Her Majesty's specific department. The specified department isn't top happy approximately this, because the Boomer is understood to have a few very lethal enemies, and the threats purely bring up while the Ng'ombwanan ambassador is killed. fortunately for the Boomer, not just is Alleyn as much as the duty, yet he's assisted via the rescued cat Lucy Lockett, who can have misplaced her pocket yet proves super adept at discovering clues.
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All I am asking is that you don't stick these bloody bank charges on when I go what? once, twice a year? into the red. It's not that I'm mean with money' Lewis's eyebrows ascended a centimetre, 'but if you charge me again I want you to ring and tell me why. Morse banged down the receiver and sat silent. "You don't sound as if you've caught much of the Christmas spirit," ventured Lewis. " "Decorate the kitchen. " "And I shall read a Dickens novel. " "I'd put Bleak House first, Little Dorrit second ' The phone rang and Morse's secretary at HQ informed him that he'd won a 50 gift-token in the Police Charity Raffle, and this time Morse cradled the receiver with considerably better grace.
Your skull's empty. " It was Jackson who had spent two hours in Evans's cell the previous evening; and it was Jackson who had confidently reported that there was nothing hidden away there nothing at all. And yet Evans had somehow managed to conceal not only a false beard, a pair of spectacles, a dog collar and all the rest of his clerical paraphernalia, but also some sort of weapon with which he'd given McLeery such a terrible blow across the head. Aurrgh! A prison van backed alongside, but the Governor made no immediate move.
It's about the four hundred pounds you withdrew yesterday, Inspector. I did promise to ring about any further bank charges ' "I explained to the girl," protested Morse. " "Oh, it's perfectly all right. But you did say you'd call in this morning to transfer ' "Tomorrow! " Morse put down the receiver and again sank back in the armchair with the crossword. But his mind was far away, and some of the words he himself had spoken kept echoing around his brain: something about one's better self.. And he smiled, for he knew that this would be a Christmas he might enjoy almost as much as the children up at Littlemore, perhaps.