The Case of the Mukkinese Battle Horn Page #4

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Perhaps some other time.

Well, good night.

Good... good night.

Good night, mother.

Good night, darling.

Don't be late now.

Good heavens, sir! Isn't that the lady

you questioned at the museum?

I think we'll...

The mysterious blonde led Quilt

and sergeant Brown to Maxie's Club,

a notorious hangout of

London's Underworld.

Brown? I want you to get a

message through to Scotland Yard

to say that we're coming

here and we want...

Yeah?

I haven't knocked yet.

- Sorry.

Yeah?

- Are you mister Maxie?

Such is my name.

I'm sorry to bother you, mister Such.

Will mister Maxie be along?

I am mister Maxie.

Then you weren't very long, were you?

We were wondering if we could

get into your club here.

You were wondering if you

could get into my club here?

- Yeah. - No. - Why not?

This is a specially-fitted,

reinforced, double-strength,

armour-plated door, and

nobody can get through it.

- Then how did you get in?

- Easy. I came through there.

Cunning, very cunning.

Anyone we know?

- No, sir.

- Brown?

- Yes, sir?

You'd better stick around

and see what clues you can find.

Very good, sir.

Oh, beauteous one. Oh, fairest

of the fair! Sublime siren!

Exquisite enchantress. What are

you doing in a low hovel like this?

I gotta make a living too, y'know!

Why, you're not a girl, you're a man!

I know that!

But don't tell the manager.

- Why not?

- We're engaged!

Wait, I see it all now.

You can't! I ain't taken

off the veils yet.

Ha, haaa, ahee, ahigh, ahoo!

Brown, where are you! Brown!

- Yes, sir?

- Brown, where are you?

- Where are you, sir?

- I'm behind this curtain, Brown.

- Good heavens, sir!

What a brilliant place to hide!

- Thank you, Brown.

- By the way, that dancer...

- Yes?

Wasn't that the man you

interrogated at the museum, sir?

Yes, and that's not all, Brown.

At last I begin to see

the whole sinister plot.

- What do you mean, sir?

- I'll show you. Waiter!

- Sir?

- Bring me the manager.

Somebody call?

Yes. This, first the night

watchman, and then...

Good heavens, sir!

The curator of the museum!

Yes! Alias Doppleganger Wormscrew,

head of an international ring of

Mukkinese Battle-Horn smugglers!

Curses! Unmasked! Waiter!

Be careful, sir!

This might be a devilish trick!

Gad! Minestrone!

And no salt!

Brown! Quick, Brown!

The eleventh hour but

nevertheless in the nick of time.

Bah! Outwitted by a neat

and audacious trick!

Enough. Come!

Stay at the tops sparrow.

Trich!

Passage!

When!

Good heavens! He's gone!

Hahaha!

- Touch!

- Three-ch!

Four-ch!

Fiend!

Brick!

Oh, blood! Oh!

There! That's put an end

to your nefarious activities.

Nothing can save you now. Not all the

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