THIRTEEN
THE DUCHESS, THE BARROW BOY SPY, THE LADY SUPERINTENDENT
Mrs Fish, following an amusing interlude, was back up and running, the cycle clips holding up well, held in place and securely fixed with additional string, as she had sparrow’s ankles and the clips rotated in position and thus were considered unreliable. Pimple had mentioned earlier that if the proverbial was discharged at pace from the anklets of the shell-suit trousers, she would likely take off and this would make her a flying fish and oddly, nobody had laughed, but it did illicit a flick of his ear and a frown from Georgie.
‘Now we come to the nub, as they say in France.’
This confused everybody except Aedd, who pointed to Paris with his snooker cue, the Bois de Boulogne again, unless I am much mistaken, and said, ‘
