Me: What’s the matter with Dave and Harriet? They look like they’ve seen a ghost.
Nell: They’re looking at the head.
Me: The head?
Nell: Yes.
Me: In your bed? Is it a horse’s head? I knew this would happen.
Nell: I beg your pardon?
Me: It’s what they do to frighten people.
Nell: Who?
Me: The Mafia.
Nell: Who mentioned the Mafia?
Me: You’re right. Probably best not to mention them.
Nell: I’m talking about the Polar Bear.
Me: They put a polar bear in your bed?
Nell: No. It’s on the wall.
Me: On the wall?
Nell: Yes, in the living room.
Me: Why didn’t you tell me that before?
Nell: I tried.
Me: That’s just Mike.
Nell: Mike?
Me: Mike the Polar Bear. Alice gave him to me for Christmas and Kev must have finally got around to putting him up.
Nell: Don’t you think someone should have told us?
Me: He’s been in the kitchen on the shelf next to the recipe books. I’m surprised you didn’t notice him before.
Nell: I didn’t.
Me: He’s from Dartmouth, so he’s a local bear.
Nell: Stanley was looking at our recipe books.
Me: Was he?
Nell: Maybe he asked Kev to move Mike?
Me: I was right.
Nell: About what?
Me: It’s a classic Mafia move. Very clever.
Nell: I have no idea what you’re talking about.
Me: This time it’s a polar bear on the wall but next time it could be a horse’s head in your bed.
Nell: I worry about you sometimes. I really do.
Me: We need to stay alert.
Nell: You’ll be pleased to hear Sally is on her way down here from London.
Me: Did Harriet tell her my theory?
Nell: I think it’s best you do that yourself.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
