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The Search for Yaser Abdel Said (part 26)

“Don’t you worry, Mr. Piffy,” said Cowsnofsky. “We’ll get you the best damn lawyer in England and you’ll be out of jail before those rat-bag government plumbers can aim your toilet at the good old red, white and blue.”   Piffy said something like "Tie me kangaroo down, sport,” and it was off he went.   Piffy knew the routine. At length he was ushered into the interrogation room. Deputy Chief Constable Stumble, no-smoke pipe clenched between his bulldog jaws, eyed the interrogatee silently for some time.

The Search for Yaser Abdel Said (part 20)

Piffy was lucky to be alive. The police found him lying in the gutter. Otis was dead. His skull had been fractured and his spleen ruptured. The attendant at the Esso Petrol Station had called the police. Fortunately, a police cruiser had been in the area. It might have been the famous Lamborghini Murcielago. Anyway, that’s what Piffy would tell the boys at Joe’s Bar and Grille and Gun Club when he got around to it. In the meantime it was off to the hospital. For an octogenarian he made a remarkable recovery.

The Search for Yaser Abdel Said (part 10)

It was too much! Fleas from the Prophet’s beard—or from wherever else they might come—loose in the 21st Century! It was mind-boggling! If what Inspector Clouseau said were true and the fleas were as dangerous as he said then the entire world was at risk!



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