Me: Look at my Big Brave Beautiful Boy going undercover.
Nell: David is not undercover. He is checked into the hotel as David Martin. He is simply alert. We all are.
Me: I think Harriet’s rather enjoying it all.
Nell: Harriet is a professional.
Me; How are things?
Nell: Dreadful. All that roaring on top of everything else.
Me: What do you mean everything else? Have there been any more burglaries?
Nell: No. In fact Poppy’s sword has been found.
Me: That’s wonderful news, Nell. Poppy must be delighted.
Nell: Nobody is delighted. Oliver is completely distraught.
Me: Is Oliver the masked robber?
Nell: Of course not. Oliver’s an opossum, not a big cat.
Me: Did you just say big cat?
Nell: Yes, I’m afraid the sword was found in Beauregard’s room.
Nell: Lionel says he always had his suspicions and when Beauregard asked for warm milk with his dinner he knew he was on to something.
Me: This is awful.
Nell: It turns out that Beauregard is an international jewel thief.
Nell: Lionel says Beauregard is claiming he is retired but once a thief always a thief.
Me: What does Sally think?
Nell: Sally is strangely calm about the whole thing. She says we must all remain on high alert as the thief is not working alone.
Me: Does she think Beauregard is guilty?
Nell: I can’t see how it is in doubt.
Me: Did they find The Cat’s jewels?
Nell: Not yet.
Me: But I thought Beauregard was such a nice tiger.
Nell: We all did. Oh, that’s strange.
Nell: A text from Sally. She wants to see me in the garden. Alone. I mustn’t tell anyone.
Me: You just told me.
Nell: Well, keep it to yourself.
Me: Bit late. Sorry.