“My platform is conservative like the Tea Party but more racialist inclined,” Bertram says.
Bertram, with a bound, landed on the fallen man's chest and pinned him.
Perhaps it was that identical cloak or gown which hung upon the arm of Bertram Lyngern, just outside the postern gate.
Bertram, who sat near the door, however, saw him raise his hands in horror as he plunged through the hall and down the stairway.
"I am afraid Mr. Bertram is not very much up to company just at present," wheezed out Mr. Pritchett.
"Let's go in here and pick orchids," Bertram suggested, leaning over the gate.
