Wellington Leg Weekend Edition: Borchardt here. Things are quiet here at headquarters. From where I’m sitting I see that Lucretia Borgia’s House of Nails is doing a thriving trade. One wonders why so many women want to buy nails just a few short days before Christmas.
Towne is peaceful in part because the Earl is preoccupied with his annual Chimney Descent. You may recall last year’s fiasco where he was stuck for 31 days in his chimney. I think of that period as a kind of golden age for Wellington Leg. His blog is supposed to be about crime fiction, but everyone knows what a ridiculous blowhard he is. I’ve read VOLTAIRE’S MIASMA. Great Scott, what a setback for literature!
Carrie Fry at Tingle Alley reported that a great white shark had consumed a man wearing a suit of armor. Perusing a missing person’s report I came to realize that the victim may be our own Sir Lancelot, last seen in these parts several centuries ago. I made a quick call to CSI Caruso, but he has yet to respond.
I’m on duty this weekend. Rest assured that the Wellington Leg Police never sleep. Of course individual members of the force may sleep but certainly not the entire force at the same time. Well, that happened once, but not on my watch. Anon, DCI Borchardt ( Lux et Veritas).