Aha! Duke Blitherington, we meet again for the first time! It is I, the Magenta Baguette, come to stop you and your reign of...
I'm terribly sorry, madame! I was under the impression that this was the apartment of Duke Blitherington. Yes, that duke, the one causing the reign of terror, responsible for the disappearance of many fair young ladies and a handful of fairish older ladies, yes.
I do apologize again, madame. Here I was, raring for a fight, and I swing through your window, sword a-swashing with the intention of flaying that cur. I do hope this won't ruin your day.
It's rather funny, actually. Yours is the fourth apartment I've swung into. All the windows look alike! That's what makes this particular job so frustrating. Well, this is going to be a right inconvenience, climbing all the way back up to the roof, unknotting the rope and tying it in a new spot...
Well, I'd been told he had an apartment here. A rather lavish one, complete with fountains and marble floors and stolen art, but that's hardly the point. The point is that I need to capture him!
I'm sorry, madame? The topmost floor? Oh, yes! That is where the luxury apartments are! Ha! I suppose it would be a shorter way to swing down...
Wha—? Just go through the building and take the lift? Zounds, madame, that's brilliant! It would save the effort of climbing and untying and tying again! If you don't mind my saying so, you would do rather well in the lady saving business. Sure enough, you've got the arms for the swinging part. Not so sure about the carrying fainted ladies part, though.
Well. Enough wasting time. Better get back on track! Adieu, madame, and remember, should you ever feel the shadow of fear, rest assured that the Magenta Baguette is near!
Off I go!