Me: Which photo of Dave is the best?
Nell: Why do we have to choose one?
Me: For his portfolio. Isn’t he the handsomest Big Brave Beautiful Boy you ever saw?
Nell: What portfolio?
Me: Someone from the Daily Growl called asking if he had one.
Nell: Why?
Me: They want photos to go with some article they’re writing about mayors.
Nell: What was their name?
Me: I don’t remember. Whoever it was had an awful cold.
Nell: Were they sneezing?
Me: No. They had a really croaky voice. I could hardly understand them.
Nell: Did they sound like a bird?
Me: It wasn’t a Beefy. I know what seagulls sound like.
Nell: I wasn’t thinking of the Beefies. What exactly did they say?
Me: ‘Can you take a photo of Dave Martin?’
Nell: Take a photo, or send a photo?
Me: Take.
Nell: Why do you think it was the Daily Growl?
Me: That’s what I presumed because of the article.
Nell: The Daily Growl send their own photographers.
Me: Oh yes. A funny thing was they kept saying ‘Cor’ as if they were impressed.
Nell: Are you sure it wasn’t ‘Caw’?
Me: That’s what I said.
Nell: No. CAW. The sound a rook makes.
Me: A rook?
Nell: Yes.
Me: Have I been talking to NOIR? The Notorious Organisation of International Rooks.
Nell: I know who they are.
Me: Why do they want a photo of Dave?
Nell: They don’t. They want to know exactly where he is.
Me: Why?
Nell: I suspect someone has told them he didn’t lose the diamonds.
Me: Do they know Sally has the diamonds?
Nell: No, but they know David knows.
Me: So we’d better let Sally know that we know that they know that Dave knows.
Nell: Stop talking.
Me: Sorry.
