Michael Malone - Weebly

letter?"
"Evelyn. Don't be silly. No concoction from some
celestial chemistry set forced Beanie to skip this party
without a word of notice."
"Well, there is a book and the man who wrote it
was on the show and apparently it's doing quite
well…."
From near the french windows the Reverend Mr.
Highwick's amiable voice floated toward Mrs. Ransom:
"Not until I was back in my stateroom did I dare reach
in my pocket. There, right there in the pocket of my
dinner jacket, or rather Quince Ivoryton's which he'd
very nicely lent me, right there where she must have
stuffed them as we stood on deck, the duchess's jewels
were wrapped in a brocade window sash. I saw that
royal monogram stitched in happier times…"
Priss clapped her hands loudly.
"Oh, Priss," whispered Evelyn. "He's only telling it
to the Bredforets, and they're both dear things,
practically deaf. See how Mary's smiling?"
"Rubbish!" yelled old Mr. Bredforet at the rector.
"A duchess stuffed her hand in your pocket? Then I bet