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"Let's hope this isn't necessary, for mint cake or otherwise..." Orlock pockets the heaviest object he can find, a glass ashtray, and saunters close behind.

"I'd kill for some Kendall Mint Cake right now. Yes, we'd better explore."

"It's rather late, maybe they've all turned in for the night? The front desk was empty... I say, do be careful where you wave that gun. I saw a man shoot his own toes with a prop gun during a dress rehearsal for 'The Corsican Brothers' in Bognor, once. Awful mess. Is there a bell for service?&q...

"Ahem. Ladies!" Orlock perks up. The woman who joined his carriage at Tipton St Johns had an awful hat and he'd been disconsolate ever since. Orlock pulls out his chair, still puffing at his cigarette, and sits at an empty place. "I'm sorry I'm late to dinner, we had a technical probl...

Right on cue, Byron Orlock - fresh from the last train from Exeter - strides in, having missed his entrance for the second time that day. (The first was that evening on stage at the Theatre Royal where he stars twice daily as Inspector Groves of the Yard in 'Self Made Gent', described the previous w...

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