MsBloom
Moonchild
- Joined
- Jul 24, 2020
- Location
- Northern Europe
Name: Jane Marple
Location: First Class Dining
@Traveler @captain_bond
It was perhaps not as safe to speak so freely of the two leaders as it might have been only a few hours ago before they crossed the border but Jane was not too worried. They might perhaps be on german territory but as brazen and bold as The Gestapo might be at times she was fairy certain they would think twice about attempting to arrest a bored lonesome Cornish heiress for simply expressing something as worry regarding the political unrest of Europe. Especially not since he had also mentioned the Russian's being equally troublesome. It was just good old British conservatism after all. She could understand though that with a name like Leonard Benjamin it might indeed be much less safe to even be in the company of someone speaking such things, even in hushed whispers.
"My apologies. My mind was elsewhere for a brief moment," she aid and dug into her omelette while keeping a discreet eye on the uniformed Gestapo officer taking a seat two tables over.
"It's just ..." she sighed and left the thought unfinished in the firm conviction that Leo understood the sentiment.
"Amazing indeed," Jane agreed and wondered if Leo was testing her.
The situation he described, he had entered the Savoy Hotel with a mysterious woman, was a situation she was more than familiar with, herself being the mysterious woman, though she had almost always left her victims alive, almost always. It was a part of the job she did not much enjoy and on the occasions when it had been necessary, or required she preferred Belladonna, or possibly arsenic.
"You know what they say, Heav'n has no Rage, like Love to Hatred turn'd, Nor Hell a Fury, like a Woman scorn'd, perhaps it was Mrs Murrow who did him in after finding him in the arms of his mistress. How did he die?"
Location: First Class Dining
@Traveler @captain_bond
It was perhaps not as safe to speak so freely of the two leaders as it might have been only a few hours ago before they crossed the border but Jane was not too worried. They might perhaps be on german territory but as brazen and bold as The Gestapo might be at times she was fairy certain they would think twice about attempting to arrest a bored lonesome Cornish heiress for simply expressing something as worry regarding the political unrest of Europe. Especially not since he had also mentioned the Russian's being equally troublesome. It was just good old British conservatism after all. She could understand though that with a name like Leonard Benjamin it might indeed be much less safe to even be in the company of someone speaking such things, even in hushed whispers.
"My apologies. My mind was elsewhere for a brief moment," she aid and dug into her omelette while keeping a discreet eye on the uniformed Gestapo officer taking a seat two tables over.
"It's just ..." she sighed and left the thought unfinished in the firm conviction that Leo understood the sentiment.
"Amazing indeed," Jane agreed and wondered if Leo was testing her.
The situation he described, he had entered the Savoy Hotel with a mysterious woman, was a situation she was more than familiar with, herself being the mysterious woman, though she had almost always left her victims alive, almost always. It was a part of the job she did not much enjoy and on the occasions when it had been necessary, or required she preferred Belladonna, or possibly arsenic.
"You know what they say, Heav'n has no Rage, like Love to Hatred turn'd, Nor Hell a Fury, like a Woman scorn'd, perhaps it was Mrs Murrow who did him in after finding him in the arms of his mistress. How did he die?"