Be It Ever So Humble {Kitty/Dawson}
Feb 26, 2010 22:02:47 GMT -5
Post by Basil on Feb 26, 2010 22:02:47 GMT -5
Basil led the way to the Boardwalk Hotel, Toby following along behind with a large hambone in his jaws. The hound was only too happy to stay out on the lawn, gnawing away at his treasure, while the mice stepped inside.
It was the work of a moment to locate the desired door, room number 221 1/2. Once there, the detective held out an unusual object to Dawson.
"You will need a key, Doctor, and I daresay you've never seen one quite like this before." He held up a small grey rectangle perforated all over like a piece of Swiss cheese. "Simply insert this astonishing object into the slot, like so, wait for the green light, and turn the handle. Amazing, is it not?"
The electronic key fascinated Basil, as did a great many things inside the hotel room, things he could hardly wait to demonstrate to his friend.
The door swung open to reveal a cheerful room, tastefully decorated, containing two beds, a very small table with chairs, a chest of drawers and a large armoire.
All these details, however, were difficult to notice amidst the general untidiness. Perhaps 'untidiness' is too delicate a word to describe Basil's room. It looked more like the aftermath of a small land mine.
The floor was mostly obscured by discarded newspapers and miscellaneous articles of clothing, while books and used dishes littered every available space.
It's true: Basil was a dreadful housekeeper. In London, he relied upon Mrs. Judson to keep back the swelling tide of litter. Here in the park, the hotel's housekeeping staff, made up chiefly of cockroaches, had just about given up on this particular room. They did their best, but it was a neverending battle.
"Come in, come in, make yourselves comfortable. This room is simply filled with marvels. Let me show you," cried Basil eagerly. "Look here." He snapped on a switch just inside the door. "Electric lamps!"
It was the work of a moment to locate the desired door, room number 221 1/2. Once there, the detective held out an unusual object to Dawson.
"You will need a key, Doctor, and I daresay you've never seen one quite like this before." He held up a small grey rectangle perforated all over like a piece of Swiss cheese. "Simply insert this astonishing object into the slot, like so, wait for the green light, and turn the handle. Amazing, is it not?"
The electronic key fascinated Basil, as did a great many things inside the hotel room, things he could hardly wait to demonstrate to his friend.
The door swung open to reveal a cheerful room, tastefully decorated, containing two beds, a very small table with chairs, a chest of drawers and a large armoire.
All these details, however, were difficult to notice amidst the general untidiness. Perhaps 'untidiness' is too delicate a word to describe Basil's room. It looked more like the aftermath of a small land mine.
The floor was mostly obscured by discarded newspapers and miscellaneous articles of clothing, while books and used dishes littered every available space.
It's true: Basil was a dreadful housekeeper. In London, he relied upon Mrs. Judson to keep back the swelling tide of litter. Here in the park, the hotel's housekeeping staff, made up chiefly of cockroaches, had just about given up on this particular room. They did their best, but it was a neverending battle.
"Come in, come in, make yourselves comfortable. This room is simply filled with marvels. Let me show you," cried Basil eagerly. "Look here." He snapped on a switch just inside the door. "Electric lamps!"