Once upon a time, a beautiful baby boy was born into this world, and the joyful parents named him Lexington.

No sooner had the mother returned home from the hospital carrying Lexington in her arms than she said to her husband, “Darling, now you must take me out to a most marvellous restaurant for dinner so that we can celebrate the arrival of our son and heir.”

They arrived back at their house at around two o’clock in the morning and the husband paid off the taxi driver and then began feeling in his pockets for the key to the front door. After a while, he announced that he must have left it in the pocket of the other suit. “You are not to worry. But I’ll get you in if that’s what you want,” the husband said. He bent down and undid the laces of one of his black patent-leather shoes, and took it off. Then, holding it by the toe, he flung it hard and straight through the dining-room window. He stepped forward and very carefully put a hand through the hole in the glass and released the catch. “I shall lift you in first, little mother,” he said, and took his wife around the waist, lifted her off the ground, and began easing her gently through the open window and into the dining-room.

At this point a police patrol car came nosing silently along the street towards them.

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