Murder in the mews – Agatha Christie
About the Publisher
Murder in the Mews
Penny for the guy, sir?
A small boy with a grimy face grinned ingratiatingly.
Certainly not! said Chief Inspector Japp. And, look here, my lad
A short homily followed. The dismayed urchin beat a precipitate retreat, remarking briefly and succinctly to his youthful friends:
Blimey, if it aint a cop all togged up!
The band took to its heels, chanting the incantation:
Remember, remember The fifth of November Gunpowder treason and plot. We see no reason Why gunpowder treason Should ever be forgot.
The chief inspectors companion, a small, elderly man with an egg-shaped head and large, military-looking moustaches, was smiling to himself.