The MX Book of New Sherlock Holmes Stories - Part V
Scene 8
EXT. COVENT GARDEN STREET MARKET. MIDDAY.
Traders shouting, people milling about.
A barrel-organ plays yet another Christmas carol.
Breckinridge’s angry monologue doesn’t give the person he’s talking to any opportunity to butt in.
BRECKINRIDGE: Now listen. I told you last night and I’m telling you again now: I come by that merchandise fair and square, and I’ll not have anyone saying otherwise. You got no call snooping round here prying into my business. Who I sell my goods to, that’s private between them and me, see? If you wanted one, you should have got here earlier. Don’t you know it’s Christmas? Now clear off out of it.
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