Me: I’ve got good news and bad news again.
Nell: Start with the good news.
Me: When Dave and I got to the Agatha Christie suite the rooks were a bit sceptical at first.
Nell: Understandably.
Me: Although I had my knitting and Dave was wearing his top hat so they recognised us.
Nell: Good grief.
Me: After a few songs and a knit one pearl one, or two, they finally let us in and we admired the view.
Nell: Good.
Me: The suite is vast with several bedrooms but I knew where the cubs were because of the growling.
Nell: Well done.
Me: While Dave invited them onto the balcony for a couple of sea shanties he learned from Tony, I located the cubs and smuggled them out under my cloak.
Nell: Didn’t the rooks notice?
Me: No. I just waved goodbye at them in a confident and imperious sort of manner.
Nell: Did you run up the hill?
Me: The cubs did. I told them to lie low by the ruins and wait for the helicopter and went back to get Dave.
Nell: Poppy was on standby so they won’t have waited long. I’m expecting them back here at any moment. What’s the bad news?
Me: We probably shouldn’t have cheered.
Nell: Cheered?
Me: I might have yelled ‘Yes!’ when I saw the helicopter flying over and Dave threw his hat in the air.
Nell: But Henry and Horst were on the hat. Where are they?
Me: We don’t know because the rooks have locked us in our room until Lionel gets back.
Nell: You were supposed to leave as soon as you saw the helicopter. Now Henry and Horst are missing in action and you and David are imprisoned.
Me: At least the cubs are safe. Sorry.
