[Case #54: Video]

[19centconstable]

[George is out of the infirmary, and back in his room, looking like the picture of 19th century health, which was not actually that healthy by today's standards.]

I've never had terribly good luck contacting anybody from home on these days, but I do know that others have. I'm quite happy to speak to anyone, of course. Or anything. It's Constable George Crabtree, by the way. From Toronto, 1898.

And if cousin Penny is watching this: I know what you are up to, young lady. And if you haven't gotten up to it yet: I know what you will be up to shortly.


[Happy 4th Wall Day! 4th wall away!]

Comments

[19centconstable]

Well you certainly oughtn't to marry one of your own aunts.

[what_ho_jeeves]

By Jove, what a frightful thought! No, I meant to say that Aunt A thinks I'm a scoundrel and a wastrel and probably other things that end in -el, and tells it to all and sundry.

[19centconstable]

Oh, I see. Is she of quite advanced age? Her mind may have become muddled.

[what_ho_jeeves]

She is getting on in years, but her mind is as sharp as the broken glass she chews up and spits out with fire.

[19centconstable]

That sounds quite unhealthy.