A Study in Temperance (The Adventures of Ichabod Temperance Book 4) by Ichabod Temperance Page A
Authors: Ichabod Temperance
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the lobby, when we are swiftly approached by a tall, thin young man with a high, wide, and protruding forehead. His keen observance and focus of attention are singularly intense. He holds a familiar item before him as he introduces himself and speaks my friend’s name.
“Hey mister, you got my hat!” Mr. Temperance happily ejaculates with joy and surprise. “Dang, that sure is swell!” he continues to gush. “Thanks a lot!”
“Since you already know my friend’s name, then allow me to introduce myself. My name is Persephone Plumtartt. May I ask how you come to be in possession of Mr. Temperance’s hat?”
“I purchased it from a young fellow that had found it in the street. From the details I read in its wear, tear and general features, I was able to deduce where its owner might be renting rooms. The amazing conditions under which the hat was lost intrigue me. If I may be so bold, if you are in a difficult position, I pride myself in the untangling of thorny-natured dilemmas. I suggest that you share your adventuresome circumstances with me as I suspect that I may be able to be of the greatest service to you.”
“I gotta pretty good feeling about this gentleman, Miss Plumtartt. That was a mighty neighborly thing to return me my hat, and a clever thing as well. Maybe we can trust him to help us.”
“Indeed, there is something about the fierce intelligence that so clearly emanates from this intent, though scholarly, and vivacious fellow. Mr. Temperance, you often speak of trusting to your gut instincts. At this time, I am very clear on what you mean by this sentiment as I too have an intuition of wanting to trust in this man’s support. Very well, I shall lay our story before this stranger in the hopes that we are gaining a valuable ally.”
“You honour me, Madame.”
“I was abducted earlier this evening by a gang of ruffians that used an anesthetic to ease their labors in that regard. The procurement happened outside the Royal Baboon on upper High Holbern. My detailed knowledge fails me at this point owing to my deprivation of consciousness. As I am still in the recovery mode from the ordeal, perhaps my companion will assist us. Mr. Temperance, would you like to fill in the details for our curious new friend?”
“Yes, Ma’am, Miss Plumtartt, Ma’am. You see, what happened was, a gang of middle eastern pirate Indians in sneaky pajama boots, if they didn’t have those wader style buccaneer footwear, up and snatched Miss Plumtartt from right in front of the Baboon just as pretty as you please. I was forced to borry a tin horse to stay after ‘em. We came to a sudden stop at that boll weevil train ditch. It didn’t take long to track where these rowdies had ‘em a hidey-hole dug in the side of the tunnel. It musta run on about two hundred feet due East before it stopped and took a turn straight up. I tell you what, I sure ‘nough felt like a prairie dog sticking my head up out of that museum floor like a gopher. I didn’t know it at the time, but apparently that’s where we was. It didn’t take long to find and free Miss Plumtartt from a gang of eight people altogether. I think it was seven men and one woman.”
“Describe them, Temperance. Give me detailed data upon which to feed.”
“Yessir, I’ll try. The five thugs that made off with Miss Plumtartt originally were all dressed as Auriental secret assassins from Arabia by way of the Cherokee Nation on a pirate ship. The other three were waiting at the museum for the first group, I think. I didn’t get a good look at any of them except that I think the two men might have been kinda tall, and the last I am pretty sure was female. They were wearing big hooded cloaks that hid their appearances completely and the acoustics of the museum distorted their voices.”
“This is an eclectic group without doubt. The city grows with more Bohemian fetishes every day, but I must admit your friends do have an interesting flair for fashion,
“Hey mister, you got my hat!” Mr. Temperance happily ejaculates with joy and surprise. “Dang, that sure is swell!” he continues to gush. “Thanks a lot!”
“Since you already know my friend’s name, then allow me to introduce myself. My name is Persephone Plumtartt. May I ask how you come to be in possession of Mr. Temperance’s hat?”
“I purchased it from a young fellow that had found it in the street. From the details I read in its wear, tear and general features, I was able to deduce where its owner might be renting rooms. The amazing conditions under which the hat was lost intrigue me. If I may be so bold, if you are in a difficult position, I pride myself in the untangling of thorny-natured dilemmas. I suggest that you share your adventuresome circumstances with me as I suspect that I may be able to be of the greatest service to you.”
“I gotta pretty good feeling about this gentleman, Miss Plumtartt. That was a mighty neighborly thing to return me my hat, and a clever thing as well. Maybe we can trust him to help us.”
“Indeed, there is something about the fierce intelligence that so clearly emanates from this intent, though scholarly, and vivacious fellow. Mr. Temperance, you often speak of trusting to your gut instincts. At this time, I am very clear on what you mean by this sentiment as I too have an intuition of wanting to trust in this man’s support. Very well, I shall lay our story before this stranger in the hopes that we are gaining a valuable ally.”
“You honour me, Madame.”
“I was abducted earlier this evening by a gang of ruffians that used an anesthetic to ease their labors in that regard. The procurement happened outside the Royal Baboon on upper High Holbern. My detailed knowledge fails me at this point owing to my deprivation of consciousness. As I am still in the recovery mode from the ordeal, perhaps my companion will assist us. Mr. Temperance, would you like to fill in the details for our curious new friend?”
“Yes, Ma’am, Miss Plumtartt, Ma’am. You see, what happened was, a gang of middle eastern pirate Indians in sneaky pajama boots, if they didn’t have those wader style buccaneer footwear, up and snatched Miss Plumtartt from right in front of the Baboon just as pretty as you please. I was forced to borry a tin horse to stay after ‘em. We came to a sudden stop at that boll weevil train ditch. It didn’t take long to track where these rowdies had ‘em a hidey-hole dug in the side of the tunnel. It musta run on about two hundred feet due East before it stopped and took a turn straight up. I tell you what, I sure ‘nough felt like a prairie dog sticking my head up out of that museum floor like a gopher. I didn’t know it at the time, but apparently that’s where we was. It didn’t take long to find and free Miss Plumtartt from a gang of eight people altogether. I think it was seven men and one woman.”
“Describe them, Temperance. Give me detailed data upon which to feed.”
“Yessir, I’ll try. The five thugs that made off with Miss Plumtartt originally were all dressed as Auriental secret assassins from Arabia by way of the Cherokee Nation on a pirate ship. The other three were waiting at the museum for the first group, I think. I didn’t get a good look at any of them except that I think the two men might have been kinda tall, and the last I am pretty sure was female. They were wearing big hooded cloaks that hid their appearances completely and the acoustics of the museum distorted their voices.”
“This is an eclectic group without doubt. The city grows with more Bohemian fetishes every day, but I must admit your friends do have an interesting flair for fashion,
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