Me: Is there something wrong with the puppies?
Nell: They’re not puppies. They’ll be 6 in June?
Me: Age is irrelevant.
Nell: I shall remind you of that on your birthday.
Me: I knew you’d remember. Is the Birthday Ball for me?
Nell: I thought you were worried about David and Harriet.
Me: I am. They seem a bit down.
Nell: We still haven’t found Mutley’s cufflinks.
Me: What about your tiara and pearls?
Nell: Nothing.
Me: This whole thing has Lionel King written all over it.
Nell: Lionel swears he has nothing to do with it. PC Panda was here while you were at the hospital conducting interviews.
Me: Was he?
Nell: Yes, and until this has been sorted we are all under suspicion.
Me: Even me?
Nell: Everyone. In fact, I didn’t really want to tell you this.
Me: You’ll have to now you’ve started.
Nell: But Kev is right up there on the list of suspects.
Me: My Kev?
Nell: Our Kev, thank you very much.
Me: Why?
Nell: He used to be an actor.
Me: That’s got nothing to do with the price of fish.
Nell: Don’t bring fish into this, please.
Me: What else?
Nell: He can do a cockney accent.
Me: So?
Nell: The postcard has a cockney feel to it like Kev when he’s pretending to be an East End gangster.
Me: Anyone can do that.
Nell: You can’t.
Me: No, I’m terrible at being a gangster.
Nell: And Kev loves a practical joke.
Me: He wouldn’t steal anything.
Nell: PC Panda is just doing his job.
Me: Is that why the puppies are sad?
Nell: Yes, they don’t want Kev to go to jail.
Me: We have to do something, Nell.
Nell: Calm down. Miss Maple is on the case.
Me: Sorry.
