What Ho!

You don a jacket, grab a dashing brass headed walking stick and non-chalantly walk about the gardens. To cinch the illusion, you sing a happy little walking tune.

"I was walking 'cross the park in May, humbledumble dum Somedaaaaay, when fiddledee a word, taken by some eyes....."

You are interrupted by some cove popping out of a bush at you. He levels his double-barreled elephant gun at you.

"Oh, it's just you, Postletwaite," says Sir Robert sadly. His moustache droops in disappointment.

There's no denying the truth of his accusation. "What ho, Sir Bob?"

"Why're you making all that d----able racket?" he says crossly. "It'll scare off my quarry."

"Your quarry?" This doesn't sound good.

"Begonia thieves. The worst sort of plant villain. Lord Astley is rightly afraid of 'em. But I've got my friend Bess here to take care of them" He pats the artillery piece affectionately.

You decide it's a good time to go back to your room.

"I'm off, then!" you say, waving in what you hope is a completely non-begonia-thieving manner.

"Right. Just no more b---- singing, got it?"

"Oh, absolutely!" You start to hum, but a dark look from Sir Bob makes you think better of even that innocent activity.

You knock up Fatty and tell him