#47: BUTLER'S BREAKFAST.

Although not as competent in the kitchen as Nickelby, the now-dressed Drake could still manage. As he prepared toast, bacon and cheese & chive omelettes, he recounted the events of the past several days.

“It certainly sounds as though you’ve kept yourself busy, Master Drake,” said Nickelby, as his employer set down the plate of food before him. “And I must admit that I am pleasantly surprised that the manor has remained both intact and in spotless. Apart from the remains of the…Carridor, was it?”

“Canidon,” corrected Drake. “And I’ll go clean them up straight after breakfast, before it starts to congeal and decompose.

“Very good sir,” said Nickelby. “And has there been any sign of the elusive, Scandinavian female agent?”

“Not a peep,” said Drake, raising a mug of tea up to his lips.

No sooner had he said this, there was a dull cracking sound and the mug exploded. Looking over, Drake spotted a bullet-hole in the glass and hit the deck. Nickelby followed suit.

There was a sniper on the grounds, and Drake had a pretty shrewd idea who it was....