Setting Jhamjarhistan Ablaze - Part the Sixteenth

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...