Thief of TIme - Throw

“Buthy-tailed, eh?” said Dr. Hopkins weakly. “Mm…Mr. Jeremy doesn’t usually keep servants. I’m afraid he threw a clock at the head of the last assistant he had.”

“Really, thur?”

“Mm, he hasn’t thrown a clock at your head, has he?”

“No, thur. He acth quite normally,” said Igor, a man with four thumbs and stitches all around his neck. He opened the door into the workshop. “Dr. Hopkinth, Mr. Jeremy. I will make thome tea, thur.”

***

The Thief of Time - p93-94