unearths some literary gems.
"Any time after six o'clock the Crescent is so quiet you could hear a pin drop...."
"The Crescent?" said the Coroner inquiringly.
The faint colour flowed into Mrs. Tripper's pale face.
"Well then, the Yard," she said defiantly. "Horsecollar Yard. It's really a crescent."
[Here she is again having, I presume, a grand old time creating the contents of a fictitious work within her work. This time it's a rare manuscript of an especially bawdy Restoration comedy]
Gagewell: O Sir, since Lady Frippet hath a bee in her bonnet, you must allow if the bee's not a queen the bonnet is at least à la mode.