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cyranoQuickly lost both the hat and the coat, as it's far too warm at work for that tomfoolery. However, I did get to castigate somebody. "I beg your pardon, sir. I sail under letters of marque from the Queen! I am a servant of Her Majesty. You should keep a civil tongue in your head."
As a lead up to IFIAYAQD!, I ask you (especially if you're knowledgeable in the area or bored and have access to Google) what the state of police forensics was in 1920--specifically in Cardiff.
(And for the T3 team, there's nothing to worry about. None of you are going to be paralysed, considered dead, and then presented for an autopsy/vivisection while the rest of the crew frantically scrambles to rescue you.)
(At least, not *this* episode.)
EDIT: Oh yeah, compliments of WillShetterly, Oh no pigeons!
It's sad. So don't click on it if you don't want sad.
As a lead up to IFIAYAQD!, I ask you (especially if you're knowledgeable in the area or bored and have access to Google) what the state of police forensics was in 1920--specifically in Cardiff.
(And for the T3 team, there's nothing to worry about. None of you are going to be paralysed, considered dead, and then presented for an autopsy/vivisection while the rest of the crew frantically scrambles to rescue you.)
(At least, not *this* episode.)
EDIT: Oh yeah, compliments of WillShetterly, Oh no pigeons!
It's sad. So don't click on it if you don't want sad.