Bath Buildings

…to the extent that he had apparently spent his entire life in that respectable spinster’s studio apartment in Bath Buildings, making his bed upon her sofa.

That evening, upon returning to Bath Buildings, Mr Helix Folt did not tarry longer in the House of De'Ath than was necessary to undertake, before the bathroom mirror, a brief but meticulous tillage, weeding, and proprietary anointment of his side parting, upon the conclusion of which ablution, and having vey thoroughly washed his hands with an astringent and bracing carbolic soap, that gentleman vey promptly betook himself once more out…

…aim his jalopy at such bumps, potholes, and other irregularities as present themselves upon the via dolorosa betwixt Bath Buildings and Pill. The via dolorosa is at least empty thanks to the lateness of the hour, and the jalopy surprisingly swift, and Mr Helix Folt vey soon finds himself at the location specified by Ms. Amelia De’Ath.

“I don’t not know,” griped the Bath Buildings Bathory, glaring balefully at her visitor as she dandled her latest acquisition on her knee, “I don’t not know as how you can have such a nerve as to wisit at such a time as this, what with me being at my wits end what with Helix misgendering a officer of the law and my having this new bubba what I have…

…any rate, no other explanation furnishes itself as to how she returned within an hour or two to Bath Buildings, which she undoubtedly did.

…houyhnhnm pelt being stuffed into a tebly dernier mot Primani bag, there had appeared in the vicinity of Bath Buildings a pair of vey yellow eyes sunk deep into the front of a vey yellow head wobbling atop a vey emaciated frame. (The vey emaciated frame had not borne the vey yellow eyes and the vey yellow head by the most direct route back to … er … Squattocrat Heights,…