The Power of Speech

Belinda was lost. She knew she had been given the address of an extremely secure and pretty well hidden safe house, but she hadn't memorialised the finer details like postcode or street name. Just then the power of speech hissed across the cobble streets. Oh, oh, Belinda. This way. My uncle is well. Oh,oh, oh, my auntie is sick. Yes, very good. I've got also a safe house isn't hidden. It's not like it's camouflage. It's just a house that people don't know you're using for that purpose. And get your verbs right. The ancient handsome housemaster of the Keys made a cur