Dear Pirate AC
T'was a small mercy, dear Freddie, that you never told your secretary anyone about the little attic in Bloomsbury.
Your cleaning woman concubine might, bemused by her enchilladas, have wrung your...neck.
~your own Goody~
The witching hour has arrived...
The lights are out, the night candle lit...
Palo's Bill is safe and warm again...
And all is well in Palo's world once more...
With that I'm out of here one more time...
See yall mañana, I hope....
....Westy...