You will of
course recall Vaggers, the secretive and taciturn SIS man from Yorkshire.
As
previously stated, Monty Bottomley-Throppet’s daughter Ophelia was on an
archaeological dig with her college in Jhamjarhistan and Monty was worried
about her. It had been agreed that Monty’s top two agents, one Henry Blofeld and
the other known only as Vaggers, would accompany the advance column, first to
Kashgar and then on to Djelibad to check that all was well with Ophelia and the
dig.
Unbeknownst
to all but himself, Vaggers had an ulterior motive in visiting Lord Creosote’s
dig. An old flame of his, the Honourable Bunty Hamster-Crust was taking part in
the dig as one of the Rumpole Scholars.
Snapcase emerged
from the mess, blinking in the bright sunlight.
There had
been a planning session for the forthcoming beano to Jhamjarhistan. Snappers always
felt that planning details were more easily ironed-out when everybody was
outside a couple of stiff-uns! He had a premonition that they were going to be
right up the Ranygazoo without the proverbial scull, but he pushed that thought
to the back of his mind.
Just then a
rather curious sight hove into his peripheral vision.
“What ho,
Vaggers. Sporty looking bit of kit you have there, old chap”, greeted Snappers.
“Its uz bike.
Ah av stolen it fra t' bloody navy. It will doa wee eur chance ta operate on uz
own. Ah want ta finn' uz Bunty. She's t' love o' uz life.”
“Jolly good
show, old bean, keep it up”, replied Snapcase, not understanding a single word.
Snapcase
backed away, trying to keep the befuddled look from his phizog. Why couldn’t
these secret service chappies speak the King’s English?
To be continued...