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Great Mortdecai Moustache Mystery 140: No dabs, a new modus operandi, nothing for us to go on at all.at dab, n.2
Great Mortdecai Moustache Mystery 140: No dabs, a new modus operandi, nothing for us to go on at all. Great Mortdecai Moustache Mystery 129: If you like having a soup-strainer hanging from your moosh.at mush, n.2
Great Mortdecai Moustache Mystery 69: I put a baffled look on my face and a hand into my trouser pocket [...] The bank manager may well have thought that I was playing pocket-billiards.at pocket billiards (n.) under pocket, n.
Great Mortdecai Moustache Mystery 144: If some jack from Thame came clumping into our manor [...] he’d get a root up the sump.at root, n.1
Great Mortdecai Moustache Mystery 144: I almost blushed. My silly-arse mask must have slipped a little.at silly-ass (adj.) under silly, adj.
Great Mortdecai Moustache Mystery 129: If you like having a soup-strainer hanging from your moosh.at soup strainer (n.) under soup, n.
Great Mortdecai Moustache Mystery 121: ‘I’m completely stymied.’ ‘Tough titty.’.at tough titty under titty, n.
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