The next time she woke up it was to the smell of food. She stretched and then swung her legs off the sofa. It was only her fast reflexes that kept her from crushing the little whirlyfly and she picked it up and brought it with her to the table that Miss Sarah had now overloaded with food.
Marie raised an eyebrow. "Seriously? This is for just us?"
"Actually no... I send a runner off to Argyle too. You know how he likes to know how his inventions worked. And he can measure you for a new coat too."
Marie made an approving sound already busy chewing on a piece of meat. Miss Sarah poured them both tea and started filling her own plate as well. The two ate in silence until the doorbell rang and Argyle made his entrance.
It was obvious the inventor had made an effort with his appearance, his hat was brushed, the crease on his trousers was sharp as a knife and his vest and shirt spotless. While he was always well-groomed this was a polish even for him. The reason for this was obvious when he lay eyes on Miss Sarah and a faint blush crept up on his pale cheeks.
Sarah threw Marie a knowing look before turning on her obliviousness and welcoming Argyle to the table, pouring his tea and playing the part of hostess perfectly. Marie swallowed her grin with the bite of her steak. Poor Argyle didn't know he had the wrong parts for Miss Sarah's tastes.
After the usual pleasantries Argyle turned to Marie. "So, with you sitting here with bed hair and calmly inhaling food I assume the Sniffer is taken care off?"
"You would assume correctly. I had a little help from an iron fence but your little ball of death did most of the work."
"Excellent." Argyle took out a leather bound book and a pen from his bag and cleared a bit of room for them next to the cheese and the teapot. "Tell me everything, in detail please Marie. Leave nothing out."
"Oh OK." Marie refilled her tea mug. "But I want a discount on my new coat for that."
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