All was still and calm within the deep walls of the Metropolitan as Hercule secured the front gates. Their square faces looming high above him. If only he would have remained for a few more moments he would have seen the tufts of red smoke curling under the door.
It was supply closet seven, the source of the smoke; Inopsus risen from his fiery frame. With what tremendous vision! A temeritous installation, timeless and oh how aplomb; Inopsus locked amongst the water tank and broom.