Marie and the adult Mallums were sitting in the parlour when Sir John came in. Marie looked up at him, concerned.
“How was Lord du Bois, mon cher?” she asked.
“I think I rather startled him at first, but after a brief conversation he recovered his composure,” said Sir John. Mr Mallum looked a little concerned.
“I trust you didn’t put him in an ill humour,” he said.
“Not at all,” said Sir John, “when I left he was distinctly gay.”
“So,” said Marie, ”there was nothing of concern?”
“Nothing at all,” said Sir John. “Where are Mr Bosch and the girls on this moonlit evening?”
“Mr Bosch is taking his walk and the girls have retired to bed early. I think they are tired from the ball,” said Mr Mallum.
“What’s that noise?” said Mrs Mallum. “It’s sounds like a kettle.”
They all listened as a high pitched sound got louder and louder. Finally there was the crash of the front door opening, and then the parlour door as Phlebotomous came in screeching.
“Wolves! They’re wolves!” he said, and presently four giant wolves came in after him. Instantly, everyone jumped on the furniture. The four wolves started circling around the chair Phlebotomous was standing on.
“Oh, my girls! We must warn them!” said Mr Mallum. “The beasts are in the house!”
“Mr Mallum, these are your girls,” said Phlebotomous.
“What!” he said.
“They’re werewolves,” said Phlebotomous. One of the quartet nudged the chair and it wobbled, provoking a strangulated noise from Phlebotomous.
“I really hate heights,” he said. Suddenly, Mrs Mallum burst into tears.
“This is all my fault!” she said.
“What?” said Mr Mallum.
“It skips a generation or two, my mother was … I hoped our daughters would be spared,” she said.
“You knew?” said Mr Mallum.
“I didn’t dare admit it, even to myself,” said Mrs Mallum.
“What are we going to do,” wailed Mr Mallum.
“Look, a coach has drawn up,” said Marie.
“Who is it?” said Mr Mallum, “I can’t see from this chaise-longue.”
“Someone tall, I think, with a dog,” said Marie.
“Lord du Bois!” said Mr Mallum. “He has come to save us!”
The figures approached the house and could be heard coming in the front door. A large dog came into the room. Instantly the dog barked and growled at the four werewolves. The four turned to face her and the largest wolf started to growl back, before the dog barked ferociously. At this, all four wolves lay down and made whimpering noises. The Jennings and the Mallums got down from the furniture. Phlebotomous stayed on the chair.
“Honestly!” said the dog. “What kind of a numpty halfwit goes looking for a magical dog and leaves the one they have sitting at home?”
Instead of Lord du Bois, a young lady came into the room.
“Have you managed to successfully intoxicate them?” she said to the dog.
“Morag! Miss Henderson!” said Sir John. “We are most delighted to receive your presence here this evening.”
“Aye, I imagine ye are!” said Morag.