Charles K. Field

“Guy stared at the words. “Broken leg,” he repeated. His voice sounded odd. “I fear so, sir,” the servant said. “Sir Philip and Mr. Raven found Miss Frisby in a field, I understand.” “But”

“Guy stared at the words. “Broken leg,” he repeated. His voice sounded odd.“I fear so, sir,” the servant said. “Sir Philip and Mr. Raven found Miss Frisby in a field, I understand.”“But”

“The air was fresh so early in the morning, the sun was bright but not yet too hot, there were birds chirruping and a pleasant breeze and a view over green fields and all that sort of bloody pastoral nonsense that people used to justify their misfortune in living outside London.””