Prologue
As I stare into my smoke filled office, the door silently creeps open. I tip my cigar into it's ash try. The small women who enters is none other than my secretary, Miss Amelia Wel Telsa De Saillune. Rather odd name don't you think . she came all the way from . Asia I think . Anyways . She walks in and sets my cup of coffee on the telephone, which the phone hangs broken, desk.
God . she's wearing that god-forsaken pink blouse I told her not to wear again. It's so . pink . and . yuck . I hate pink .
By the way, I never did mention what I do for a living dear reader, I am the best detective in all of London! I run from crime to crime solving the most indescribable unbelievably, horrific and almost indessolvable crimes
"Uuuuuuuuuummmm . Miss Inverse?"
"What?!?!?!"
"There's no such word as indessolvable."
As I stare into my smoke filled office, the door silently creeps open. I tip my cigar into it's ash try. The small women who enters is none other than my secretary, Miss Amelia Wel Telsa De Saillune. Rather odd name don't you think . she came all the way from . Asia I think . Anyways . She walks in and sets my cup of coffee on the telephone, which the phone hangs broken, desk.
God . she's wearing that god-forsaken pink blouse I told her not to wear again. It's so . pink . and . yuck . I hate pink .
By the way, I never did mention what I do for a living dear reader, I am the best detective in all of London! I run from crime to crime solving the most indescribable unbelievably, horrific and almost indessolvable crimes
"Uuuuuuuuuummmm . Miss Inverse?"
"What?!?!?!"
"There's no such word as indessolvable."