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.
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.