Sir John and Marie were sitting in the drawing room of their Southampton Row house. Marie was busy with her crochet and Sir John was simultaneously reading the newspaper and eating biscuits. A series of grumbling sounds and appreciative mutterings were issuing from him, depending on the activity.

“Well I’m glad that all got resolved,” he said, putting down the paper.

“What did?” said Marie.

“That whole business,” he said, waving a hand vaguely at the paper. 

There was a knock at the front door. They could hear conversation and what sounded like giggling before Miss Henderson entered with Detective Symonds.

“Detective Symonds,” she announced. “I shall fetch some tea. Oh, and some more biscuits.”

“Sit down Detective,” said Sir John. “How are things, is the swine behind bars where he belongs.”

Detective Symomds sighed.

“Sadly not,” he said. “It rather seems that the Viscount had a cosy relationship with the police up there. They were… reluctant to press charges. In fact, they seemed more than a little keen to press charges against yourself and your… entourage.”

“What!” said Sir John.

“Don’t worry,” said Detective Symonds. “I disabused them of that notion.”

“How on earth did you manage that,” said Sir John. 

“I issued vague threats of unleashing an army of ninja maids and vampires on their patch,” said Detective Symonds. “Not to mention pointing out they had failed to protect the Viscount from assault by a circus troupe. They backed down in the end. But, I wouldn’t rush up there in a while.”

“So the swine walks free?” said Sir John.

“Well as I said, there was little we could have charged him with,” said Detective Symonds. “You may have to reconcile yourself with having rescued the puppets and thwarted his plan.”

“Hmm…” said SIr John. “On that score I received a letter from the Conjuror. He was most delighted to be reunited with his troupe, and says he’ll be forever in our debt.”

“I suspect he’s forever in a few people’s debt,” said Marie.

There was a knock at the door again, and after a pause Phlebotomous came in.

“Miss Henderson says there will be some tea and biscuits coming soon as long as,” he screwed up his face trying to remember, “no one else turns up unexpectedly when she’s supposed to be doing the bloody ironing.”

“She said that to you?” said Sir John.

“No, she was several feet away but I have excellent hearing,” said Phlebotomous.

“We were just talking about the Conjuror,” said Marie.

Phlebotomous scoffed. 

“That fraud,” he said and rolled his eyes. It had the effect of looking like he was about to pass out and Sir John instinctively reached forward.

Miss Henderson arrived then with an enormous plate of biscuits and a vast pot of tea.

“Just in case,” she said as she laid it out.

“Will you take a cup with us?” said Sir John. “You did save our bacon, again.”

“I should be delighted to, Sir John, but I am presently engaged in domestic matters. I would be grateful if Mr Bosch might come down later to look at some of the machinery. I feel if it were working properly I might be better domesticated.”

“Finally!” said Phlebotomous, “something interesting to do!”

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