Reply To: The Precious Life and Rambles of Liz Tattler

“Ever get the feeling you’re talking to yourself?” Liz said to herself.

“YOU TART!!!”

Liz swung round, wondering where the dreadful shreik came from. The little black communication device on her desk was vibrating madly, causing the tea in her cup to slosh over the side into the saucer.

“Good Godfrey!” exclaimed Liz, visibly shaken.

“You rang?” smiled Godfrey, crawling out from under the desk.

“You were under my desk the whole time?” Liz was shocked.

“Allo allo allo!”

“Roberto! You were under my desk the entire time too?”

“Zere iz a zecret door under ze desk, madame, you did not know zis?”

“Fanella!  Good lord, not you as well!”

Fanella grinned sheepishly. “I ‘ave come to ‘elp Finnley wiz ze bedding.”

Liz bent down and peered under her desk. Who else was under there? But it was dark as a black hole, and covered in cobwebs.

“Fanella, do you know where Finnley is?” asked Liz.  “I miss her terribly. Everything is so dreadfully dusty without her.”

Fanella shrugged.  “She was drugged, Madame.  It was when she tried to put a bug under the rug, someone ‘hit ‘er on ze ‘ead wiz a mug, and lugged her to a zecret location and filled her wiz drugs.” Fanella shrugged again. “Zis is why I ‘ave come to ‘elp.”