Yesterday afternoon, not only did I discover the false diamond that Horace Blatt had returned to her... but my excellent wine tasters nose had detected, not as you put it, Madame Castle, a pong... but Souffle de Mer, the breath of the sea... which, as you know, messieur Marshall, was her favourite perfume.
I går ettermiddag fant jeg ikke bare den falske diamanten Blatt ga henne. Jeg har en nese for vin som raskt la merke til slett ikke en stank, madame Castle. Men havets duft.