Edgar Degas Ballerina and Lady with a Fan

Edgar Degas Ballerina and Lady with a FanEdgar Degas At the MillinersFrida Kahlo Without Hope
There was an old legend . . . what was it, now? If you threw a coin into the Ankh from the Brass Bridge you’d be sure to return? Or was it if you just threw ?11~D? into the Ankh? Probably the former. Most of the citizens, if they ‘I’m sure we citizens can sleep safely in one another’s beds knowing that no-one can make off with a five-thousand-ton bridge overnight, ‘ said Windle. Unlike Modo the dwarf, Sergeant Colon did know the meaning of the word ‘irony’. He thought it meant “sort of like iron”. He gave Windle a respectful grin.
‘You have to think quick to keep ahead of today’s international criminal, Mr Poons,’ he said.
‘Good man. Er. You haven’t, er, seen anyone else around, have you?’ ‘Dead dropped a coin into the river, would be sure to come back if only to look for the coin.A figure loomed out of the mist. He tensed.‘Morning, Mr Poons.’Windle let himself relax.‘Oh. Sergeant Colon? I thought you were someone else.’ ‘Just me, your lordship,’ said the watchman cheerfully. ‘Turning up like a bad copper.’‘I see the bridge has got through another night without being stolen, sergeant. Well done.’‘You can’t be too careful, I always say.’