Allies in Alliteration
Her lower lip quivered querulously and she pulled the quilted coverlet close, playing up the picture of pathos. "I ain't done nothin' I weren't asked to," she protested.
Pitiless, Holmes silenced her with stare. "And paid a pretty penny, perhaps, to perform outside your usual practises."
She waggled her head at the wardrobe, hinting. "Not nearly enough to do as dastardly a deed as that!"
"Holmes, you can't conceive that this connubial--"
"Naturally not, Watson. However--" He flung open the wardrobe and fetched out a fellow with fierce eyes and frightful features. "She has fed us our felon!"