Me: Are you safely on Dartmoor?

Nell: Quiet. I am crossing a field in stealth mode.

Me: I’ll whisper. How is everyone?

Nell: Well, I’m never flying in a helicopter with that animal again.

Me: Sadie Hunter?

Nell: No. Alejandro. Why didn’t he tell us he was scared of heights? Hooves everywhere and Gladys dancing the Macarena.

Me: Did Sadie behave?

Nell: She ate cheese most of the way and chatted to Handsome. Those two seem to be getting on like a kennel on fire.

Me: It’s probably part of his tactics. Keep your enemies close.

Nell: I think it’s got more to do with a shared love of Brie myself.

Me: Any news from Dave?

Nell: Yes. We’ve been chatting on WoofsApp.

Me: What did he say?

Nell: We’re meeting outside Beefy Mansion and trying to avoid alerting the sheep.

Me: Why?

Nell: They can’t be trusted. Ramson has them all on a tight rein.

Me: Are they wearing leads?

Nell: It’s a figure of speech. I’m not surrounded by sheep wearing collars.

Me: I wondered.

Nell: Anyway, Henry has been in touch with Horst. Ramson is hosting a dinner this evening and Sally is invited. It’s the perfect opportunity for us to get her out of there.

Me: But you’re not invited.

Nell: I am actually. Knitwear Wolf, Handsome, The Cat and I are guests of Sadie’s.

Me: Do you have anything to wear?

Nell: I packed my pearls and the others are always well turned out but that’s not the point.

Me: What about Poppy?

Nell: She will be in the kitchen. David and Jim are waiting tables.

Me: And Gladys and Alejandro?

Nell: They are the entertainment. You don’t think Gladys was dancing the Macarena for fun do you? It’s the ideal distraction.

Me: Yes. Sorry.

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