Allies in Alliteration
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Author: MonkeyBard 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!" |