5/13/2023 0 Comments Whose body dorothy sayers![]() The block of new, perfect and expensive flats in which Lord Peter dwelt upon the second floor, stood directly opposite the Green Park, in a spot for many years occupied by the skeleton of a frustrate commercial enterprise. The taxi, under the severe eye of a policeman, revolved by slow jerks, with a noise like the grinding of teeth. ![]() His long, amiable face looked as if it had generated spontaneously from his top hat, as white maggots breed from Gorgonzola. "I'm afraid it's an awkward place to turn in," said Lord Peter, answering the thought rather than the words. D'you mind puttin' back to where we came from?" "To the Savile Club, sir?" "No-110 Piccadilly-just beyond-thank you." "Thought you was in a hurry," said the man, overcome with a sense of injury. "I've left the catalogue behind," said Lord Peter deprecatingly, "uncommonly careless of me. "Hi, driver!" The taxi man, irritated at receiving this appeal while negotiating the intricacies of turning into Lower Regent Street across the route of a 19 'bus, a 38-B and a bicycle, bent an unwilling ear. ![]() "Oh, damn!" said Lord Peter Wimsey at Piccadilly Circus. ![]()
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