“It's too hot to write a spy story Percy, why don’t we have
a nice game of croquet instead. We could take some of that opium you’re always
banging on about too and really make a day of it” Said Henry to his loyal
manservant.
“I’ve never banged on about opium Sir” said Percy. “I am
fairly sure I’ve never even mentioned it. I would like a lovely game of croquet
though if you’d like”.
“Without the opium I feel it would be quite the bore I’m
afraid Percy. If it wasn’t you then who was it talking about opium. Martha
perhaps? MARTHA? COULD YOU COME IN HERE PLEASE?” said Henry.
“Yes Sir?” said Martha upon quietly entering the room and
closing the doors behind her.
“Have you got any of that opium you’re always banging on
about? I think I’d like to give it a try” said Henry.
“I have never banged on about opium sir, I think you are
referring to yourself.” said Martha.
“Me? I’ve never even tried the stuff. Why would I bang on
about it? I’ve only just decided to give it a go as of five minutes ago. Percy
will tell you. Percy – didn’t I just decide to try opium but five minutes ago
while we were discussing croquet?” Henry said.
“No sir. You’ve asked me about it every day for the past
year. I am quite certain from your current state that you have tried it several
times just today in fact” said Percy.
