She didn’t flap off so much as got hurt. Couldn’t fly, if you see what I mean. I don’t know where she is exactly at this precise moment in time but I am on the job, I am. My personal ackom-pliss is also on the lookout for her, also a certain Miss Minter who is influenshall in these parts. We are searching the streets even as I, myself, write this letter. So. We will find her soon, no worries in that department. Where can she go? Where can she hide? She’ll be back for her cat, won’t she, so? In the meantime whiles I need more money for my ongoing professional work. As much as you can afford, by return. Ta. Tapper Tapper was grinning as he slipped the letter into the envelope. A very fine bit of writing; to the point and well written, he thought. ‘You shan’t get her now, Knips, no matter what you do,’ he said to the envelope. ‘When I find her she’s going back to Miss Minter.’ Miss Minter was better looking than old Knip and much smarter. And Miss Minter had come up with a new plan that meant more money.
