Well, well
Vroomfondel’s line just widened a bit, what with Wilcox’s death making this week’s Times. I should think, however, that with Wilcox gone and confirmation that the Davies lawsuit is what’s at issue, Vroomfondel’s solicitor is in for a very bad time.
Poor lad. He won’t be able to concentrate on making his case… and I rather imagine Lady Hester doesn’t particularly want to settle.
I look forward to the coroner’s report. We need not assume poor Wilcox was poisoned, but any smart coroner will be looking…
I’ve no notion which Ellipsoid was on the Princess Helen (except that given the dateline it must be either Lady Bonnet or Captain O’Neill), nor do I know what a bunch of marauding Mongols has to do with anything.
Shirley sent an irritated telegram to the Times correcting this “vicious attack” calumny; look for it next update. The article for February 3rd gets the events correct.
Deoraj’s fiancée had me in stitches all last week. Completely Li’s invention, and it floored David completely. I believe his response to seeing the Princess in the Madras station was along the lines of “Hello, my peach-pit, my rose-sepal, my ubiquitous panther-cub. What are you doing here and where is my elephant? And shall we be married right away or wait until tomorrow?”
I don’t think he quite expected the Princess to take him up on it. But that’s Li.
Go Selena Theopolis! Somebody has got to beat Vroomfondel.
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