What Ho!
Hands behind your back, you pace about the greenhouse looking for clues. You come across a pedestal with a large plaque on it which reads "African Begonias" in nice round copperplate printing. You pause for a moment and reflect. Really, the deuced sign would be quite easy to miss, particularly in the dark if a cove were worried about being jumped on by a crazed African explorer. Anyone else would have passed by it with scarcely the premonition of it's existance.
You dust off the dirt, odd bits of peat and the occasional red hair and start looking for clues. You peer closely at the shrine, but it seems to be devoid of evidence. You lightly tap the platform where the plant formerly resided and put your ear upon it. Really, you haven't the foggiest what that's supposed to accomplish, but it does seem to be the sort of thing those detective chappies are forever doing.
"Aha!" shouts Sir Robert, popping out form behind a potted palm. "Caught you red handed!"
"Caught me doing what?" you huff indignantly.
"Returning like that proverbial dog to his own..." he looks quickly around. "I suppose that there being no ladies here, I can say 'vomit'"
"I'd rather you didn't."
"It's Kipling, you know."
"Blast your Kipling! What do you mean by jumping out at me and leveling that mortar of yours at my midriff?" Feeling that you have the moral high ground, you continue to huff.
"Now, now, lad, no need to get excited, I'm just apprehending you in the act of returning the...." he peers closer at you. "Oh dash it, you forgot to bring the begonias back didn't you?"
"I don't HAVE the begonias!"
"Well, yes, that's clear. Any fool can see that. Well, toddle off back to wherever you've stashed them and bring them back here so I can get on with the business of apprehending you," he says, a bit peeved.
"Well, fine!"
"And hurry, I'm meeting someone for dinner in a bit!" he calls after you as you stalk back to the house to investigate
You dust off the dirt, odd bits of peat and the occasional red hair and start looking for clues. You peer closely at the shrine, but it seems to be devoid of evidence. You lightly tap the platform where the plant formerly resided and put your ear upon it. Really, you haven't the foggiest what that's supposed to accomplish, but it does seem to be the sort of thing those detective chappies are forever doing.
"Aha!" shouts Sir Robert, popping out form behind a potted palm. "Caught you red handed!"
"Caught me doing what?" you huff indignantly.
"Returning like that proverbial dog to his own..." he looks quickly around. "I suppose that there being no ladies here, I can say 'vomit'"
"I'd rather you didn't."
"It's Kipling, you know."
"Blast your Kipling! What do you mean by jumping out at me and leveling that mortar of yours at my midriff?" Feeling that you have the moral high ground, you continue to huff.
"Now, now, lad, no need to get excited, I'm just apprehending you in the act of returning the...." he peers closer at you. "Oh dash it, you forgot to bring the begonias back didn't you?"
"I don't HAVE the begonias!"
"Well, yes, that's clear. Any fool can see that. Well, toddle off back to wherever you've stashed them and bring them back here so I can get on with the business of apprehending you," he says, a bit peeved.
"Well, fine!"
"And hurry, I'm meeting someone for dinner in a bit!" he calls after you as you stalk back to the house to investigate