«How much lady» a voice shocked her from the doorways of Nats. Lucky for him there was a sale on so. they soon retched an agreament. A very high class genderman she thought as they walked quickly together down the now famous Carringto Average.
«I tell yer she whore a good woman Mr Womlbs sir» said Sydnees Aspinall.
«I quite believe you Mr Asterpoll, after all you knew her better than me and dear old buddy friend Whopper, but we are not here to discuss her merits good or otherwives, we are here, Mr Asronaute, to discover as much information as we can about the unfortunate and untidy death of Mary Atkins.» Womlbs looked the man in the face effortlessly.
«The name's Aspinall guvnor» said the wretched man.
«I'm deleware of your name Mr Astracan.» Womlbs said looking as if he was going to smash him.
«Well as long as you know,» said Aspinall wishing he'd gone to Safely Safely Sunday Trip. Womlbs took down the entrails from Aspinall as quickly as he could, I could see that they weren't on the same waveleg.
«The thing that puddles me Womlbs,» I said when we were alone, «is what happened to Oxo Whitney?» Womlbs looged at me intently, I could see that great mind was thinking as his tufted eyepencil knit toboggen, his strong jew jutted out, his nosepack flared, and the limes on his furheads wrinkled.
«That's a question Whopper.» he said and I marveled at his grammer. Next day Womlbs was up at the crack of dorchester, he didn't evening look at the moaning papers. As yewtree I fixed his breakfat of bogard, a gottle of geer, a slice of jewish bread, three eggs with little liars on, two rashes of bacon, a bowel of Rice Krustchovs, a fresh grapeful, mushrudes, some freed tomorrows, a basket of fruits, and a cup of teens.
«Breakfeet are ready» I showbody «It's on the table.» But to my supplies he'd already gone. «Blast the wicker basket yer grannie sleeps in.» I thought «Only kidding Shamrock» I said remembering his habit of hiding in the cupboard.
That day was an anxious one for me as I waited for news of my dear friend, I became fretful and couldn't finish my Kennomeat, it wasn't like Shamrock to leave me here all by my own, lonely; without him I was at large. I rang up a few close itamate friends but they didn't know either, even Inspectre Basil didn't know, and if anybody should know, Inspectre Basil should 'cause he's a Police. I was a week lately when I saw him again and I was shocked by his apeerless, he was a dishovelled rock. «My God Womlbs» I cried «My God, what on earth have you been?»
