THE MAD AND THE MADDER
FOGGED“This is not my definition of a good idea, Commissioner.”
“Seeing as it was not your idea, that is of no consequence, Fothergill.”
“But seriously, do you think he could’ve chosen a foggier evening, anywhere damper than the underpinnings of this damnable bridge.”
“If I know Mortimer Headlock, he has his reasons.”
“And if I know Lord Ignatius Cuthbert, Metropolitan Commissioner and a man unlikely to act on a whim, he has his.”
Cuthbert sniffed a disturbance to the whorls of grey and polished the monocle which seemed determined to mist every time it approached its owner’s eye.
Fothergill shielded his own and cupped an ear as if inspired by his superior’s actions
“What on earth are you playing at, man?”
“The Thames is less fluid than I remember.”
“The ter
