Skulduggery gave a sigh meant to be just as theatrical as the stage whisper. "Now that sounds like a world in dire need of saving. I don't suppose there's a way of making a round trip, is there?"
"Do you have a Bentley?" the cabbie asked with immediate interest.
"Indeed, I do," Skulduggery answered slowly, with a ripple of surprise. He'd grown far too used to Valkyrie having no interest in cars whatsoever. "A 1954 Bentley R-Type Continental. One of only 208 ever made. Retrofitted for modern conveniences, naturally."
"Doesn't that cost a fortune?"
"I can go for a while without eating," the detective replied with an offhanded shrug. "Have to, when you work at a carnival. And I'm an excellent driver. I've also seen an 's'." Have at it."
~~
This was a train wreck waiting to happen. This was worse than a train wreck waiting to happen, and Ghastly didn't want to be anywhere nearby when the wreck occurred. But he had to do something. He had to find a way to communicate to Guild the urgency of respecting this man, without giving away why.
... But of course, the moment he so much as thought about it, Dad would have known about it too. So much for that. Sorry, Guild, Ghastly silently apologised, but you're on your own.
"Sort of," the tailor answered Dad, making a conscious effort to hide the dislike in his tone. "This is Thurid Guild, Grand Mage of the Irish Sanctuary. Grand Mage, this is my friend Dad. He's... visiting for a while. Thought I'd show him the carnival."
Guild was eyeing the teddy bear his daughter had happily accepted with a bright "Thank you!" and immediately clutched against her chest. He glanced back up, a calculating look in his eye, and then nodded politely before turning back to Ghastly. "Shouldn't you be with Pleasant?"
"Shouldn't you be working?" Ghastly responded evenly.
Guild's eyes narrowed. "Do I need to remind you of the potential devastation, should Pleasant not solve this particular mystery?"
"He did mention that. I'm sure he's hard at work on it."
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"Do you have a Bentley?" the cabbie asked with immediate interest.
"Indeed, I do," Skulduggery answered slowly, with a ripple of surprise. He'd grown far too used to Valkyrie having no interest in cars whatsoever. "A 1954 Bentley R-Type Continental. One of only 208 ever made. Retrofitted for modern conveniences, naturally."
"Doesn't that cost a fortune?"
"I can go for a while without eating," the detective replied with an offhanded shrug. "Have to, when you work at a carnival. And I'm an excellent driver. I've also seen an 's'." Have at it."
~~
This was a train wreck waiting to happen. This was worse than a train wreck waiting to happen, and Ghastly didn't want to be anywhere nearby when the wreck occurred. But he had to do something. He had to find a way to communicate to Guild the urgency of respecting this man, without giving away why.
... But of course, the moment he so much as thought about it, Dad would have known about it too. So much for that. Sorry, Guild, Ghastly silently apologised, but you're on your own.
"Sort of," the tailor answered Dad, making a conscious effort to hide the dislike in his tone. "This is Thurid Guild, Grand Mage of the Irish Sanctuary. Grand Mage, this is my friend Dad. He's... visiting for a while. Thought I'd show him the carnival."
Guild was eyeing the teddy bear his daughter had happily accepted with a bright "Thank you!" and immediately clutched against her chest. He glanced back up, a calculating look in his eye, and then nodded politely before turning back to Ghastly. "Shouldn't you be with Pleasant?"
"Shouldn't you be working?" Ghastly responded evenly.
Guild's eyes narrowed. "Do I need to remind you of the potential devastation, should Pleasant not solve this particular mystery?"
"He did mention that. I'm sure he's hard at work on it."