( Hound of the d'Urbervilles. )

[noojoisey]

It's not nice to tease me with the knowledge of juicy memoirs I'll never be allowed to read. As long as he doesn't go on and on about guns, anyway. Even then I suppose they'd be no worse than those Strand pieces. He's got a way with words on occasion, that Colonel!

But this isn't about him, it's about us. Or really just you. You doubt me. Which normally I like, but if we're to be partners in this -- for now -- we can't be stomping on each other's feet. Isn't it more fun to dance well together, rather than get in each other's way? I won't make a fuss about who leads. Let me just point out, Sara had no complaints.

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[epistle]

Complain? I should very much hope no one would, my dear.

[noojoisey]

Some people are never satisfied!

[epistle]

One does wonder what it would take, in some people's cases.

But Sara. I'm intrigued. Tell me of Sara.

[noojoisey]

Evidently, not even the entire take will do. Is that reasonable, I ask you.

Ah, Madame Sara. The most successful woman criminal of our era, by some people's standards. Really, the fact I can say that is such a tiresome thing -- as if crime is a men's club to which only the best of us are allowed entrance. She was paying the most extravagant dues to a certain Prof. An outrageous amount. We fixed that.