I have come to the conclusion that I am rather good at deductions. This may come as a surprise to some. Indeed, in general, my grasp of mathematics is rather tenuous. To me, arithmetic might as well be a collection of Arabic numerals. Some, although they would be uncharitable, would say that the level of… Continue reading Chapter XXXIII – Deductions
I have been made aware, through experience in Mayfair’s thirsty circles, and by attending the odd Noel Coward play in the West End, that when it comes to cocktail parties there are two camps. One claims they are the worse form of entertainment. A sort of alcohol fueled networking contest with the challenge of balancing… Continue reading Chapter XXX – An American Hen Party
“You will not believe what that man said, Ypres!” I closed the door to the flat behind me. Instead of Ypres’s familiar maritime face, I was confronted with Cousin Andrew in one of his more spectacular suits. Indeed, it was so spectacular that I had to do a double take, prompting him to languidly turn… Continue reading Chapter XXVIII – Thrift Shop
Jotting down my recollections, safe in the comfort of the Park Lane flat, overlooking the better part of Mayfair, I have doubts about the title of this chapter: Ypres reveals all. It could be seen as a detailed account of Ypres exposing herself. Of course, she would never do that. Ypres does not really reveal… Continue reading Chapter XXVI – Ypres Reveals All
I awoke not remembering having fallen asleep. Indeed, my last memory was of Cousin Andrew announcing his imminent engagement to Ypres. The Vasa mind, a fine piece of efficient technology, soon put two and two together. This time two plus two was not four, much to the consternation, no doubt, of the Greek chap who… Continue reading Chapter XXV – Ypres
Cousin Andrew’s telegram was of the utmost urgency. “Come to my flat at once,” it read. “Matter is of utmost urgency. STOP. Bring Ypres. STOP. Will give details once you arrive. STOP.” The repeated stops proved confusing. I overlooked them as part of Andrew’s creative streak, like his aversion to rectangular skyscrapers. Given the current… Continue reading Chapter XXIV – A Telegram
