“Why, Mr. Biffy, you talk such scandal.”
“You wrong me, Madame Lefoux. I never gossip. I observe. And then relay my observations to practically everyone.”
As the pigeon soared over the suburbs of London, the patchwork of roofs and yards gave way to wide swath of green: three acres of flowering meadows, fountains, lily ponds, botanical gardens, and quiet, leafy lanes.
Waiting on Wednesday ~ Violet and the Mummy Mystery