Chapter 24: Daish's Rooms

⁠​​​‌​​​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​​⁠Mr. Jeremy Daish, as I told you many pages back, was remarkably like a Cremona violin. Conceive then this elderly instrument of the Muses making a final inspection of his polished floor, preparatory to the invasion of my lady Bunbutter's red-heeled rout.

"It's a very inconvenient store-room," said the dapper manager, "I think Mr. Bugloss intends to pull it down next year."

Everything portended a suc