Holt City Heist (part 2)

Lord Phogg Pontificates Hobart House is a large Jacobean style brick mansion up on one of the hills along the bay. We drove up to the front of the house, gravel crunching under the mech's tyres, and stopped before a tall square turret with a big oak door. Ofuroyama and I got out and walked up to it. There wasn't any doorknob. I pressed the call bell button and heard the first four notes of Westminster's chimes. "Who lives here?" I asked Ofuroyama. ( Professor Phogg-sama, he replied. He knows much about St. Otter you need to know. )

"Good morning, gentlemen," she said as we stepped out and I placed my hat on my head, grasping it at the peak of the crown formed by the four indentations in the crown. "Good morning, Miss," I replied, and our exchanged smiles drove away the last mournful fragments of the night's fog. "Come, Dutch-san. We must go to station now." The driver closed the doors of the mech behind us, and we set off into the sunny morning, diamonds sparkling on the waters of the bay beneath us. To Be Continued ...

Hippie Birdbaths!

Today is a particularly colourful Natal Anniversary.

Many Colourful Returns, ursulav. If you've not seen her work, you really should go look at it; links from her LJ user info.

And yes, if you've read it, there is a similarity between today's Hippie Birdbath recipient and someone mentioned in today's installment of Holt City Heist.

This is entirely coincidental. Entirely.