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Untitled - Chapter 2Chapter 2I woke with a start.Peering around through tired eyes, I made out that I was home, and safe. Pushing my fingers around my face, I tried to recall what I had been doing, before realising how improper I looked. My clothes were very much creased, and twisted in all kinds of ways uncomfortably about my body. The next thing that dawned upon me was that I had not been sleeping in my own bed, but on the sofa. I yawned and stretched; despite feeling tired, I felt calmly happy, as if some magic had been put over me. I leaned out for a stretch and then--Then, I saw Nonny.Oh, and the dreadful expression she was pulling! "Sir! T'is the most dreadful thing it is, coming in at such early hours in the morning!" She angrily pushed a tea tray onto the table next to me, letting it clatter as noisily as possible, "Meandering off, dashing out with your coat 'alf on, and not even telling me where you're off to, what you're doing, when I should be expecting you back..."She trailed off as she l
Untitled - Chapter 1Chapter 1It was on a completely average day, on my account, that I had been delivered a letter. It was brought up to me in the middle of my breakfast, and I had just punctured my boiled egg with my corresponding egg-spoon when Nonny had rushed in, her long aprons swaying as she bustled through the dining room. She held the letter outwards in an unbecoming way at arm's length, as if she wanted nothing to do with it. It was a fashionable envelope - light blue in colour and valuable in paper quality - and it was addressed, very definitely, to me. I took up my envelope knife, and opened the item with caution. The letter enclosed had been composed of a stunning form of calligraphy in dark, blue ink. It read:"DEAR MR. WESLEY B. KENNINGTON,It may have come to your attention that your most distinguishable handkerchief has gone - MISSING. If you should like to see it again, the door of 4th Timpson's passage shall be open tonight at 7:00 p.m. Please be prompt,"And it seemed the letter had be