In the last post: Chief Inspector Dobbs knows the whereabouts of the lost engagement ring. The others are blank...
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Enchanter on the Roof ® James Field. Part 38
After Chief Inspector Dobbs had stormed off to eat breakfast, Dick Charmer and Bert glared at each other. They were alone now, two houses apart, handcuffed to scaffolding that besieged the terrace building.
“Shame I won’t get to finish the roof,” said Dick Charmer, and rattled his handcuffs against the pole that held him captive.
"Shame I didn't get to hang you," muttered Bert. “You’re clever at fixing roofs all right, but even cleverer at ruining people’s love lives. You’re a danger to women and ought to be wiped out like the piece of snot you are.”
Dick Charmer chuckled, and his mouth slackened in mock shock. “Who, me?”
“Yeah, you. And if we wasn’t chained up like this I’d come over there and break every bone in your body. Prison’s too good for you.”
“Prison? No way!” Dick Charmer rocked back on his heels and snickered. “I won’t be going to prison." He squinted at Bert, a hard smile on his face. "But you will.”
Bert turned away, giving himself time to gather his thoughts. He didn't understand why either of them should go to prison. Apart from causing a disturbance and frightening the life out of his fiancé, Olive, they had done nothing wrong: especially him.
Still, Chief Inspector Dobbs had promised to have them locked up, and he doubtless would, at least for a few days, maybe even longer. “How are you gonna get out this prediclement then?” He narrowed his eyes and tried to cross his arms; when that proved impossible he spread his legs instead.
"You mean predicament, Bert."
"Yeah, that's what I said, premicadent."
“Easy.” Dick Charmer winked, twisted his hip, slid his right hand into a pocket, and drew out a small bunch of keys. With one deft movement, he unlocked his handcuffs and skipped away from the scaffolding.
To be continued…
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Little Boy Lost by Marghanita Laski
My rating: 2 of 5 stars
A curious book this, about an Englishman searching for his lost infant son in France just after WW2. Laski wrote this book just after the war too, and it shows its age, stuffed with adverbs, adjectives, and telling rather than showing.
It's a heartbreaking story, well worth a read for its stunning portrayal of war-torn France, but the hero, because of his weak morals, is a tough person to cheer for. Also, the plot is obvious and falls flat on its face at the end.
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