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The Venerable Mr. Sigs
A dark cloud descended upon the lake late that afternoon. Despite this abnormality, hardly a word was spoken of it. Quentin usually took his time dressing up to go out but tonight he did not have time for such luxuries. So he opted for a smart black waistcoat and blazer, his favourite stopwatch, which was a little worn, and a sensible bowler hat. He heard some goodbyes from his fellow holiday makers, as well as Cordelia shuffling around in the pantry like a rat. That's easystoriesinenglish.com slash sigs, S-I-G-G-S.