The critic snickers evilly. “Backed yourself into a corner, eh, Violet? Not so much the Queen of Suspense as the Queen of Confusion! I can’t wait to see how you weasel your way out of this!”
Ms. Crepuscular replies, “I won’t even have to break a sweat! Just watch me.”
In Chapter DCLXXI of her epic romance, Oy, Rodney, we find the June Taylor Dancers (from the old Jackie Gleason show) ensconced (she loves that word!) as the dictatorial and quite unlawful rulers of Scurveyshire. Constable Chumley has been trying to arrest them.
“Can’t you get these women off the streets?” cries Lord Jeremy Coldsore, justice of the peace. The constable replies, “Verver yon maire sich frankincense, yeevie”–to which no answer can be made.
For the time being, everyone in Scurveyshire is required to dance when they want to go anywhere.
But Johnno the Merry Minstrel has it figured out.
“It’s a time-warp,” he explains. “The June Taylor Dancers are involved in a temporal shift. If it can be reversed, we can send them back to their own time.”
“So there!” Ms. Crepuscular crows triumphantly. “Put that in your pipe and smoke it, Mr. Critic! And no more toothpaste and tobacco cupcakes for you!”