The Baker Street Boys - the Case of the Stolen Sparklers
“As they reached the second-floor landing, a door opened and a smartly dressed young man in his twenties came out, smoothing back his dark, wavy hair.
“Hello, Violet,” he drawled, stroking his moustache with one finger. “What have we here?”
“This is Victoria, Mr Gerald. The new skivvy.”
“Hmm. I hope this one hasn’t got sticky fingers.” He looked Queenie up and down and nodded. “I dare say she’ll do. Victoria, eh? What do we call you? Vicky?”
Queenie stole a quick glance at Violet and replied, “E...verybody calls me Queenie, sir.”
“Ha! Yes – Queenie Victoria – very good. Queenie it shall be, then. Well, Queenie, are you a good girl?”
“I always try to be, sir.”
“Ha, ha!” he laughed. “That’s the spirit.” With that, he winked at Violet and bounded off down the stairs.
Violet looked daggers. “Queenie!” she hissed. “It’s such a common name.”
Queenie shrugged. “It’s what my ma always called me. What did he mean about sticky fingers?”MoreLess
“Hello, Violet,” he drawled, stroking his moustache with one finger. “What have we here?”
“This is Victoria, Mr Gerald. The new skivvy.”
“Hmm. I hope this one hasn’t got sticky fingers.” He looked Queenie up and down and nodded. “I dare say she’ll do. Victoria, eh? What do we call you? Vicky?”
Queenie stole a quick glance at Violet and replied, “E...verybody calls me Queenie, sir.”
“Ha! Yes – Queenie Victoria – very good. Queenie it shall be, then. Well, Queenie, are you a good girl?”
“I always try to be, sir.”
“Ha, ha!” he laughed. “That’s the spirit.” With that, he winked at Violet and bounded off down the stairs.
Violet looked daggers. “Queenie!” she hissed. “It’s such a common name.”
Queenie shrugged. “It’s what my ma always called me. What did he mean about sticky fingers?”MoreLess
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