2 The Weed That Strings The Hangman’s Bag: A Flavia De Luce Mystery - Plot & Excerpts
He came round the taxicab to hold the door open for Aunt Felicity, who had insisted on sitting in the front seat with him in order to, as she put it, “keep a sharp eye out for road hogs.”She had dressed herself in a sort of comic-opera cape over a voluminous red silk suit that might have been pinched from a Persian harem. Her hat was a collapsed black bag with a peacock’s feather billowing out behind like smoke from the Flying Scotsman; on her feet were a pair of medieval slippers in mustard yellow, with long upturned points like a pair of icing bags. When we arrived at the parish hall, Father and Feely got out on the far side of the taxicab.“Now off you go to fetch the others, Clarence,” Aunt Felicity commanded, “and don’t dawdle.”Clarence raised a forefinger to the peak of his cap and, with an impertinent shifting of gears, was gone.Inside the parish hall, we found that the entire front row of chairs had been reserved for us. Aunt Felicity had certainly not skimped on the cost of tickets.
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