Post by Private Ayes on Nov 19, 2020 23:27:07 GMT
From the penny pamphlet, “The True-Life Adventures of Mssr. J.B.”:
Monsieur J.B. glided through the church of Saint Alban’s in a priest’s cassock unmolested by the other visitors. He approached one of the altar boys and announced, “I am Father Cuckoo from the office of the Cardinal. I would speak with Jason D’Ovation. Where might I find him?”
The altar boy pointed a side door that lead out to the garden, “He is out in the Contemplation Garden,”
“Bless you, my son,” Mssr J.B. said as he made a sign of the cross.
Outside, in the garden, Mssr. J.B. spied the failed actor Jason D’Ovation sitting on a marble bench with a foreign looking gentleman. Mssr. J.B. made his way through the shrubbery at a place just behind to two.
“My King is most pleased with the progress of your campaign of distraction!” the foreign spoke with a Spanish accent.
“As I suspected!” Mssr. J.B. thought, “The Spanish are behind this nonsensical farce!”
“And he shall continue to be pleased,” D’Ovation replied, “provided compensation is forthcoming.”
“His Highness is generous to his friends,” the Spanish handed a heavy bag to D’Ovation.
D’Ovation evaluated the weight of the bag, “This should be sufficient for another month.”
“What do you plan?”
“The trial was a notable distraction from the activities of your agents,” D’Ovation mused, “Perhaps it is time to sow confusion amongst the clergy with a well-timed hearsay.”
“You have a wonderfully deceptive mind,” the Spaniard observed with satisfaction.
Monsieur J.B. glided through the church of Saint Alban’s in a priest’s cassock unmolested by the other visitors. He approached one of the altar boys and announced, “I am Father Cuckoo from the office of the Cardinal. I would speak with Jason D’Ovation. Where might I find him?”
The altar boy pointed a side door that lead out to the garden, “He is out in the Contemplation Garden,”
“Bless you, my son,” Mssr J.B. said as he made a sign of the cross.
Outside, in the garden, Mssr. J.B. spied the failed actor Jason D’Ovation sitting on a marble bench with a foreign looking gentleman. Mssr. J.B. made his way through the shrubbery at a place just behind to two.
“My King is most pleased with the progress of your campaign of distraction!” the foreign spoke with a Spanish accent.
“As I suspected!” Mssr. J.B. thought, “The Spanish are behind this nonsensical farce!”
“And he shall continue to be pleased,” D’Ovation replied, “provided compensation is forthcoming.”
“His Highness is generous to his friends,” the Spanish handed a heavy bag to D’Ovation.
D’Ovation evaluated the weight of the bag, “This should be sufficient for another month.”
“What do you plan?”
“The trial was a notable distraction from the activities of your agents,” D’Ovation mused, “Perhaps it is time to sow confusion amongst the clergy with a well-timed hearsay.”
“You have a wonderfully deceptive mind,” the Spaniard observed with satisfaction.