Me: Where is Harriet?
Nell: She left for Plymouth with Savoiardi a while ago. He has arranged for a boat to take them to France. David was most distressed.
Me: How is a sweet chocolate Labrador going to defeat the mighty NOIR?
Nell: Harriet is wearing a wire under her cloak. As soon as NOIR reveal their dastardly plans MI5 can swoop in and rescue her.
Me: Is Owl Pacino involved then?
Nell: I couldn’t possibly say. Wait. I have a text from Sally.
Me: What’s happened, Nell? You look worried.
Nell: NOIR suspect that there is a traitor and are increasing security. Searches are taking place.
Me: No. Harriet is in danger. They might find the wire.
Nell: Yes. MI5 are trying to get a message to her before the boat leaves.
Me: I hope they do.
Nell: Wait. I’ve got another text. It’s Harriet.
Me: Is she safe?
Nell: Yes. She was able to get off the boat by pleading illness.
Me: Thank goodness.
Nell: Where is David, by the way?
Me: No idea.
Nell: Ask the farm dogs. They usually know what’s going on. Nosey lot.
Me: I’ll be right back.
Nell: Fine. I’m going to finish my Earl Grey tea.
Me: You aren’t going to like this, Nell.
Nell: What?
Me: Dave was seen early this morning speeding away on his motorbike wearing a beret and a false moustache.
Nell: Alone?
Me: No. The Cat was in the sidecar in a sequinned robe carrying your handbag.
Nell: Are you thinking what I’m thinking?
Me: No helmets and ridiculously overdressed?
Nell: No. They have gone to protect Harriet.
Me: But she is back in Plymouth.
Nell: Yes, and if I’m not mistaken, they are on their way to France.
Me: This isn’t the time to check social media, Nell.
Nell: I am texting Sally. She needs to know what’s happened. Good grief.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
