Armstrong Livingston, The Monk of Hambleton
“ There is only one thing more malodorous than a tannery, and that is a burning tannery. Miss Ocky choked. "Pwhew!" she gasped. "It smells like—like—" "Like the soul of Simon Varr," supplied Sherwood promptly. VIII: Two Victims of Theft Varr remained at the tannery until the last dying ember had been extinguished. Not till then did Marshal August Wimpelheimer come gayly up to him, his regalia a trifle the worse for wear and his breath coming a little short from his exertions but his expression that of one who has been hugely enjoying himself. He saluted with a flourish. ”
