Disposing Of Mister Quartermaine

In which Mr.Quartermaine is described and murdered, then brought back to life.

He was a dashing sort of man
truly quite arcane
rapier in his hand
concealed by his cane

he wore a long blue coat
devoid of stain or sand
buttoned at the throat
looking in command

as quite the skilled detector
I doubt he's of a twain
and that is why, inspector
I hit him with a train.

you see sir, in ideals
I highly disavow
he's dead benieth the wheels
of the locomotive now

he'll arrive in the near future
to tell my failed attempt
so to favor you sir
I'll grant myself .....exempt.

The End

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