"Look here, Wimsey," he said, "I've had a call from Mrs. Forrest. She wants to write to you. I wouldn't give her your number, so if she calls and asks for Mr. Templeton, you will remember who you are, won't you?"
"Righty-ho! Wonder what the fair lady wants."
"It's probably occurred to her that she might have told a better story, and she wants to work off a few additions and improvements on you."
"Then she'll probably give herself away. The rough sketch is frequently so much more convincing than the worked-up canvas."
(from Unnatural Death, by Dorothy L. Sayers)
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