My dear Holmes
Once again I must
trouble you as your most humble petitioner, Inspector Lestrade. It has been
some time since I have stopped requesting assistance in the troubling matter of
the disappearance of Lord Douchebag which you might not recall as it happened
several years ago. That curious case had dragged on and on but is now
considered dead. It seems to have escaped the notice of so many who at one time
claimed the deepest interest and concern, but who have gone on as though
nothing had happened. It is as though Lord Douchebag never existed. However now
I must trouble you with a new matter that has disturbed the innermost sanctum
of Scotland Yard.
The Prime Minister has
received several complaints regarding the writings of one Sir Henry Rider
Haggard who has recently been promoted to the House of Lords. It appears that
Sir Henry is too prolific for the comfort of certain readers who have the ear
of the Prime Minister. His tales of the adventures of Allan Quartermain with
its dusky maidens, heaving bosoms and savage Africans seem to disturb their somnolent complacency.
They demand that he be censored and that he cease producing so much material as
it drowns out other voices. They demand that less vigorous and earthy tomes be
featured in the press and the literary world. They feel if these writings were
given their proper due there would be more comment and interest when they are
not superseded by more entertaining light weight fare. The Prime Minister would
like to keep the peace and endeavored to inquire if you would intercede. As you
are such good friends with the estimable Sir Arthur Conan Doyle perhaps he
might speak to Sir Henry and get him to agree to stifle his talent and quiet
his voice so that other less estimable fare might find an audience.
I hope all is well
with you and Doctor Watson and wish that you convey my best wishes to your
estimable brother Mycroft. I understand that he has moved to the country to
immerse himself in his art and his work with young orphan boys. I understand
that Lord Baden Powell has agreed to allow him to start a Scout troop which
would serve to take up more of his free time and prodigious talents. I trust
that he will remember that we can only do so much and that he will be more
circumspect in his activities.
In any event give him
my regards.
I remain as always,
Your obedient servant,
Inspector G. Lestrade
Scotland Yard
December 15, 1899
I remain as always,
Your obedient servant,
Inspector G. Lestrade
Scotland Yard
December 15, 1899
2 comments:
Mamam, you writing the word dick is very interesting....thanks!
I ate fresh lobster pie this weekend and it was delicous before I puked it out! Having abs doesn't cum easily you know.
tits.
The dick's rank: private
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