This is a true account of events as they unfolded last night outside of the Muirsheen Durkin. I will swear on my medical degree and one of my knighthoods that this is how it happened.
Miss Ginsburg and I were minding our own business enjoying the sights to be seen near the Academy of Industry when we heard several crashes and bangs coming from inside the Brunel.
“How curious.” Miss Ginsburg exclaimed.
“Indeed!” said I.
Next, from the basement where the bar is now located, out rolls Arnold in his wheelchair carrying a crate of Victor’s Chivas Regal. I recognized it instantly as one of the ones that he keeps hidden under the bar on the far left behind some cheap whiskey and empty beer bottles.
“Stop thief!” I hollered. “You mustn’t abscond with Victor’s fine liquor.”
Arnold decided to play coy and pretend to be confused – as if he had no idea what was going on – but we were on to him.
Soon Victor arrived. He was most grateful for the timely interceding of Miss Ginsburg and myself and thanked me most profusely for saving his stock of fine whiskey from the clutches of that stealthy wheelchair-bound cat burglar.
“Whatever would I have done had it not been for you two.” said Victor most solemnly.
“Emerson I am most indebted to you.” he smiled most appreciatively. “Is there a finer citizen in all of New Babbage?”
As it was late, Victor had to run off before providing me with my reward for foiling the burglary. I will be at the ‘Plank all day today awaiting my bottle of Chivas and box of sagarada lucias.