Me: Well, I think Gladys looks gorgeous.
Nell: The tiara is a little excessive, even for Monte Carlo.
Me: So tell me, how did it go?
Nell: As expected, berets were not allowed in the casino so The Cat lent David a sequinned bow tie.
Me: Good idea.
Nell: A silent whippet in a trench coat escorted them to the casino.
Me: How unexpectedly kind of a stranger.
Nell: It was one of Sally’s team.
Me: Of course.
Nell: Once inside David remained cool and ordered his dry martini like a good boy.
Me: Bless him.
Nell: Gladys almost ruined it all by asking for a Babycham but The Cat stepped in quickly and requested champagne.
Me: Good move.
Nell: Anyway, suddenly this gorgeous Golden Retriever in a Venetian mask glided towards David and started playing with his bow tie.
Me: A foreign spy. I told you.
Nell: No. Sally in disguise checking the wire was hidden.
Me: I see.
Nell: Sponge Finger and the NOIR gang were in a private room playing poker so they joined them.
Nell: No, ‘Breakfast roll, Jim?’ Although, I have no idea who Jim is, or why he would want a roll but then poker is not my game.
Me: Don’t you mean ‘Texas Hold’em?’
Nell: No. Stop making up ridiculous names. Where was I?
Me: They were all playing poker.
Nell: Yes. Fortunately The Cat is an experienced poker player so David could observe from the sidelines and Gladys just danced.
Me: Did he manage to get the information Sally needed?
Nell: Yes. MI5 are delighted. A successful mission.
Me: So are they on their way home?
Nell: We hope so. We lost contact a while ago. We think David removed his bow tie and his iBone doesn’t have a signal.
Me: What if something has happened?
Nell: I’m sure we will hear from them soon.
Me: Yes. Sorry.