Me: Dave seems very alert for a Sunday morning. It’s almost like he is waiting for someone.
Nell: That’ll be to do with Peter Tavy.
Me: Who?
Nell: Alejandro’s friend the Dartmoor pony. We found him outside this morning with Sally’s collar and a dirty sporran.
Me: What an odd outfit for a pony.
Nell: He wasn’t wearing it. Honestly I despair of you sometimes. He found Sally’s collar on the moors and a Beefy threw the sporran at him. It was full of mackerel.
Me: I shouldn’t think Hamish wants it back now.
Nell: That’s not the point. It confirms our suspicions that Sally is on Dartmoor.
Me: It was awfully kind of Peter Tavy to come all this way.
Nell: Alejandro invited him to Sunday lunch weeks ago. He met Peter and his wife Mary walking on the moors.
Me: Does Poppy know we have guests?
Nell: Yes. She’s cooking roast beef with Yorkshire puddings and lots of vegetables for the vegetarians.
Me: Delicious.
Nell: We’re hoping David eats something as he refused his bacon sandwich.
Me: Oh dear.
Nell: He is definitely on edge. He lost his temper with Sadie when she stepped on Harriet’s toe and nearly gave himself away.
Me: He hates deception. Darling boy.
Nell: He said she was a Very Bad Sally.
Me: He’s right.
Nell: Did you see Knitwear Wolf leave after he delivered the papers?
Me: No. Why?
Nell: I thought I heard his motorbike and he usually comes in to say goodbye.
Me: He’s in the kitchen peeling potatoes for Poppy.
Nell: Wait. Where is David?
Me: Why?
Nell: Get Knitwear Wolf. I think David has stolen his motorbike.
Me: No.
Nell: If I’m not mistaken David is on his way to Dartmoor to rescue Sally. Hurry.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
