Me: What are you two girls doing down here on the beach?
Nell: Never you mind.
Me: But I do mind, Nell. The wind is very cold and your ears are flapping. You’ll get earache.
Nell: Stop fussing about our ears. We’ll wear hats next time
Me: Why are you both sniffing around?
Nell: We’re gathering evidence for Sally.
Me: Sally?
Nell: Yes, when she heard how upset David was about Roary she agreed to help us find his mother.
Me: Do you think his mother is here in Devon?
Nell: Sally is sure she must be. No mother would let her cub out of her sight for long.
Me: I wish I could see my cubs.
Nell: I know you do and you will this year. One way or another. Trust me.
Me: What else did Sally say?
Nell: She’s going to come down here for the weekend and she’s bringing Roley Moley.
Me: I bet Dave is over the moon.
Nell: He’s not that bothered about Roley Moley.
Me: I meant about Sally.
Nell: I know. Gotcha!
Me: Very funny.
Nell: Sally thinks that Roary’s mother is the one who hid him in our loft.
Me: Why didn’t she stay?
Nell: Sally says she probably did until we found him.
Me: Do you know, I had a feeling someone else was up there.
Nell: Here we go.
Me: I heard heavy pacing even after Roary jumped down.
Nell: Why didn’t you say something?
Me: I thought it was just my imagination.
Nell: Fair enough. You do get carried away.
Me: I don’t think I’m imagining Beauregard’s behaviour though.
Nell: What do you mean?
Me: He seems dreadfully upset about all this.
Nell: Roary was staying in the tree house. He probably feels responsible.
Me: Yes. You’re right. Sorry.
