Sorry, sorry, sorry – Major,’ Lady Amanda called from the music room. As the soundless form appeared, she said, somewhat testily, ‘Have you seen Great-Aunt Jemima’s silver baton anywhere? I’m sure I left it on the piano, and I’m going to help with choir practice in the New Year. I’ll need to get used to beating in pattern again, especially if they’re going to tackle anything very modern with, say, five beats in a bar.’ ‘I’m afraid not, your ladyship. I shall institute a search for it immediately. It can’t have gone far.’ Beauchamp Major’s tone was soothing, as he knew his mistress had a habit of not remembering the last place she had anything, but the time before that as clear as a bell in her mind. ‘Beauchamp Major!’ shouted Hugo. Have you seen my gold lighter anywhere? ‘Only I was considering having a cigar or two over the Christmas period, and I’m very fond of it.’ Beauchamp looked chagrined. ‘I’m afraid I haven’t noticed it lying around, Mr Hugo.
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