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Sunday
LEA Classic
Vie Long brush
Edwin Jagger with Gillette Silver
Weleda balm
Do I or don't I?I will do Barry!
I couldn't put it any better than the esteemed Mr @Blademonkey - a ripping yarn!Sotd - Tuesday the 2nd & today - the 6th of October -
2/10 -
Razor - Mergress (1.5)
blade - Aussie Spoiler (6)
brush - Simpsons Wee Scot LE
soap - Haslinger sheep
post - witch hazel
a/s - Nivea 2 in 1
balm - none
scent - Dior Eau Sauvage edp.
6/10 - today - about an hour ago -
Razor - Mergress (1.5)
blade - Aussie Spoiler (7)
brush - Yaqi 24mm High Mountain White
soap - RazoRock Puros tallow
post - witch hazel
a/s - Extro Tabacco
scent - Creed Tabarome parfum.
Result - all good.
I thought - after my last posted shave - using the Maseto 30mm silver tip - to go to the opposite end of the brush scale - the Wee Scot - it never fails to put a smile on my face when I use it - looks like a novelty item - it isn't. Superb - if you haven't tried one - I'd recommend it to you - especially if you are a fan of the diminutive Haslinger soaps - which I certainly am - they suit each other a treat. Talking of brushes - when do you have a problem with buying shaving kit - how do you define it? In my case - when you go raking about at the back of the den to find a new bottle of witch hazel - and find a completely new - never seen water - Maseto 30mm two band - still in its box. That is a wake up call - surely? I was hither-to feeling good about myself for not bursting for any of the - astonishingly - gorgeous - range of knots for sale on BST recently. I was glad that the ones I really wanted went quickly - saved me from myself. Must resist. Whoever bought the Vie Long Anniversary - well done - I already own one - it is a spectacularly beautiful brush. The best two band I own - by a country mile. Ha ha - it saves us money - shaving this way - doesn't it? Ha ha. BBS at the moment - and smelling lush - thanks to the Creed. Enjoy your shaves - one and all - yours - I.
Oh -
The Black Civet Gang - Part the Second
The Suffolk coast - just outside Dunwich - a storm reminiscent of the Grote Mandrenke rages - two men - fight to stay on their feet - it is almost impenetrably dark - save for the frequent flashes of lightening - serving to illuminate their way. The great detective is following a path - a scent - only he - apparently - can perceive. His companion struggling to keep up. Watson is unnerved - even above the howl of the wind - swearing he can hear the tolling of church bells from sea - a funereal peal. His bravery is not in doubt - it needs no proving - an Afghan field - Maiwand - 1880 - facing vastly superior Pashtun forces - a dark day for the British Indian Army - tending to a fallen comrade under heavy fire - taking a near fatal wound from a jezail bullet - but this night scares him in a different way. His thought processes - as ever - obvious to Holmes -
‘Steady hand - Watson - the game is afoot - hold your nerve.'
The Black Civet gang had been contained - the Malay Lascars that survived the gun fight in Hornbeam Lane - Sergeant Giddens was recognised for his bravery in the engagement - had been arrested by the official force - safely behind bars - although - the shadowy Muscovy agents behind the sedition against the queen - had vanished into thin air - no doubt seeking passage to the Baltic or Constantinople - under assumed names. The plot had been penetrated by Holmes - in the guise of Noah ‘Dinks' Gibbons - an Australian prospector and freebooter - who - apparently - was seeking a working berth on a schooner to Borneo - to pursue his next - get rich - claim. Leaving Baker Street every day for two weeks - before dawn - in disguise - such was his talent for mimicry - a loss to the stage but a boon to the science of detection - returning after dark - spending his time around Chatham docks - the network had been uncovered - piece by piece. One thing remained though - where was the stockpile of munitions and explosives the gang had smuggled in? - enough to launch a revolution. Missed by Inspector Tobias Gregson of Scotland Yard - in the search of the hideout in Hornbeam Lane - but not by Holmes - was the torn remnant of a ticket stub from London to the Suffolk coast - annotated with Cyrillic script. The final part of the jigsaw. The location of the weapons cache.
Flashes - of an animal - stalking them - its eyes reflecting in the beam of their dark lanterns - the outline of a tail - disappearing into the undergrowth - somewhat bigger than a cat - smaller than a dog.
‘We are being circled Holmes - hunted - by what?'
‘I don't know Watson - I have a terrible suspicion - prepare your revolver - be ready. Remember the Grimpen Mire - remember Gandamak.'
Stock still in the darkness - waiting - suddenly - forked lightening - simultaneously the muzzle flash from Watson's Browning - interrupting the arc of the animal - seeking Holmes' throat - the 0.38 round stopping it in mid-air - dropping dead at his feet.
“Dear Lord - what is it?'
‘My God - Watson - the black civet - I never understood they existed - thinking them a myth to put terror into the gang's foes - a Sumatran legend - you saved my life.'
Silence.
‘Enough adventure for one night - my dear friend - let us seek lodgings - and we will contact Gregson in the morning.'
The End.
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