You can just take my taxi and just tell him to get you to the sale fast. He does not like me so much, so he may agree to your requests.
He looked at his own reflection inban antique mirror piece kept over a mantle-piece. " Do I have the move the already moved Wilson? Ummm! It is too quick to do so, if I appear in a top hat and a frock coat. Isn't it? I think no! Well, I think he will overlook my trousers and mistake me for the undertaker. I think I like the option of a grey suit, it will look neat and not so gaudy. Also, a hat to go with it as it simply goes with my image! Well, long gone the ameateur of first editions, here comes the Sherlock Homes in the town, who is diguised as a walking gentleman."
He then saw Bulter leaving the house and frowned.
"There goes Bulter! Ahh! He is auch a useless man. He never offers to do his work, when he is told to do something else. I can now only hope that he does not miss the 'Four sons of Aymon'. Their is yet another copy of that book in Vatican. You never know, it might get available, if the church of Rome went to pot or maybe if Switzerland invaded Italy Anyways what is more intetesting currently is that a strange corpse has turned up in a bath. This is one lifetime of an incident. Also, leys not forget the corpse is wearing just the glasses, how rare is that? Never really heard of such an incident. Ah! It is so difficult to manage two hobbies at same time!"
Lord Edward had quickly inside his bedroom and was changing his clothes so rapidly. It was an unusual speed for a man like him, who did everything with manners and perfection.