Lacklander

It seems that Colonel Cartarette was entrusted by Sir Harold Lacklander, then on his deathbed, with the Lacklander memoirs.

Scales of Justice Marsh, Ngaio, 1895-1982 1955

Lady Lacklander put her little fat hands over her face.

Scales of Justice Marsh, Ngaio, 1895-1982 1955

“My dear Kitty,” Lady Lacklander said, “I suggest that you consider what you say.”

Scales of Justice Marsh, Ngaio, 1895-1982 1955

Lady Lacklander, whose ears were as sharp as his, heard the whirr of his reel and, remaining invisible, was perfectly able to deduce the identity and movements of the angler.

Scales of Justice Marsh, Ngaio, 1895-1982 1955

Lady Lacklander snorted but not with her usual brio.

Scales of Justice Marsh, Ngaio, 1895-1982 1955

I wonder if Lady Lacklander has it downstairs or in her room.

Scales of Justice Marsh, Ngaio, 1895-1982 1955

Lady Lacklander had risen and followed with more celerity than he would have thought possible.

Scales of Justice Marsh, Ngaio, 1895-1982 1955

Lady Lacklander heaved her bulk out of her chair and let them in.

Scales of Justice Marsh, Ngaio, 1895-1982 1955

Lady Lacklander, a vast black bulk, completely filled an arm chair.

Scales of Justice Marsh, Ngaio, 1895-1982 1955

Lacklander was instructed to throw a spanner in the works.

Scales of Justice Marsh, Ngaio, 1895-1982 1955