Edward Hopper Ryder's House

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He’s red hot on mysterious senses,’ said Victor.
‘In that case–’ said the rabbit.
‘Hold it,’ said Gaspode. ‘Someone’s coming.’
A moving Gaspode sniffed. ‘Human,’ he said. ‘Female. Wearin’ cheap scent.’ His nose twitched again. ‘It’s called Passion’s Plaything.’ He sniffed again. ‘Fresh laundry, no starch. Old shoes. Lot of studio make-up. She’s been in Borgle’s and had–’ his nose twitched ‘–stoo. Not a big plate.’
‘I suppose you can tell how tall she is, can you?’ said Victor.
‘She smells about five foot two, two and a half,’ hazarded Gaspode.
‘Oh, come on!’ torch was visible coming up the hill. The duck rocketed clumsily into the sir and glided away. The others disappeared into the shadows. Only the dog didn’t move. ‘Aren’t you going to make yourself scarce?’ Victor hissed. Gaspode raised an eyebrow. ‘Woof?’ he said. The torch zig-zagged erratically among the scrub, like a firefly. Sometimes it would stop for a moment, and then wander away in some totally new direction. It was very bright. ‘What is it?’ said Victor.