Having arranged accommodation for Levitt at a secure institution for the feebly inebriate in Brooklands Surrey, my thoughts turned to on how to fill his now vacant position. I resolved to place an advertisement the very next morning. What ho. C.F.
I led the troubled soul looking like toad bedecked as the washerwoman, from the dank cell and onward to the cold light of freedom. I had come to the unfortunate conclusion that there was little alternative than to place the poor confused fellow in a home for distressed gentlefolk. C.F.
Eventually arriving at cell no 1957, the warder glances through the spy hole inserts a key and opens the heavy door with a stomach churning creak.
There sat on the cot, head in hands was Levitt dressed in the gaudy livery I can best describe as that of an end of pier pantomime dame. Levitt raised his head, tracks of tears visible through his slapped on pancake makeup.
Good Lord Levitt I quipped I thought that course of treatment had put an end to this nonsense more than twenty years ago. C.F.
The gaoler led me along endless dingy passages all lined with rows of closed steel doors. Echoing sounds of discordant far off voices coupled with banging and distant door slams befuddled my thoughts. The awful pervading stench vaguely reminiscient of the upper fourths dormitory in Harrow. Poor old Levitt. C.F.
Awoke to sound of hammering on front door, I stumble downstairs somewhat dishevelled and opened door to reveal ruddy faced local constable. The rozzer goes on to inform me that my faithful old retainer Levitt has been arrested in Belfast! 'In Belfast' I splutter 'but the coves in Margate visiting his poorly sister'? Struth CF
Having given Levitt the evening off to visit his ageing sister in Margate I am on the Great Western Railway journeying to Bath Spa to have supper with that old twister Capsey. Little hope of getting the money I am owed but I am sure a convivial evening will ensue. What?
With events in London hotting up and taking a curious, rather unpleasant turn. The bally soup was thickening, add to this my man Levitt's decidedly odd erratic behavior, I thought it may well prove fortuitous to duck for cover. At the very least it would give me time to mull things over.
At larks rise, having completed ones ablutions paying particular attention to my hirsute appendage. I headed to King's Cross bound for Scotland. What Ho. C.F.
Arrived at my apartments and was met by my dear and trusted family retainer Levitt! The man was in a frightful bate and seemed to delight in informing me that he hadn't set eyes on me these last ten days and where on earth had I been? Good Lord, now there is a conundrum! C.F.