Beeton was a small man, which
fit his occupation, but not twisted and gnarled, as Mycroft had expected him to
be, and as long-time chimney sweeps often were.
Instead, he seemed boneless.
If one were to pluck a
turtle out of its shell, he thought, paint him a mottled orange and wrap
him in an ill-made suit, that would be Beeton.
And, if a turtle could speak,
and if its larynx had been shoved deep inside its long, wrinkled throat so that
every word emerged in a hiss, it might match Beeton’s voice.
(from Mycroft and
Sherlock by Kareem Abdul-Jabbar and Anna Waterhouse)
8*/10. The
full review is here.
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