Oh, so now the local constable was all cheer. (Barnaby saw how it was. A little arson was the end of the world, but Barnaby’s musical pursuit of immortality was just a light jape to grin about.)
Still, he was too excited by the new plan to spend much time being miffed at him. Perhaps if Barnaby did gain an audience at these godawful public houses, he would finish writing a whole song about Woodcroft. But, for now –
“Not yet,” Barnaby admitted at Greengrass’ question, “but perchance I have been concocting a plan to obtain one.” He smiled mysteriously. “Naught to do with setting any blazes, rest assured,” Barnaby added to Woodcroft, a little sardonic; but, as he drifted off, his spirits, in truth, had been much raised by the distraction. “Fare thee well, gentlemen!”
Still, he was too excited by the new plan to spend much time being miffed at him. Perhaps if Barnaby did gain an audience at these godawful public houses, he would finish writing a whole song about Woodcroft. But, for now –
“Not yet,” Barnaby admitted at Greengrass’ question, “but perchance I have been concocting a plan to obtain one.” He smiled mysteriously. “Naught to do with setting any blazes, rest assured,” Barnaby added to Woodcroft, a little sardonic; but, as he drifted off, his spirits, in truth, had been much raised by the distraction. “Fare thee well, gentlemen!”
