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Links to: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7
By the time Napoleon and Maude made it back to the Kensington Estate, it was just past lunch time. They entered through the back pantry door.
After giving the filet mignon to Mrs. Dunphy, who promptly smiled about it as well as the news about the bishop being a guest on Saturday; she blathered on about using one of her special marinades on the meat to make it even more tender and wondered out loud as to what to serve the bishop.
“Sure that’s for later for me to think about. Now, I’ll have this so you can cut it with a butter knife by the time I’m done with it.” And off she went.
“Well before you start on that Mrs. Dunphy would you prepare lunch. I’m famished and I’m sure you are as well Napoleon?” Maude called after her.
“I could manage to eat something, yes. Mrs. Dunphy has Mr. Kuryakin returned yet?”
“No sir he hasn’t. I better prepare some of my liniment as I think he’s going to be a bit sore after such a long riding session, especially his bum.”
He stumbled off the last train from London and would undoubtedly have fallen if a passing station porter hadn't managed to grab him with a startled cry of “'Ere! Watch out!”
“I am sorry,” he said as he regained his footing, careful to flatten his vowels into an approximation of the upper class bray of his current contemporaries. “I'm afraid I must have had one too many.”
“Right.” The porter gazed at him with an odd frown and Illya hoped he wasn't alert enough to realise that if anything he smelled of blood and smoke, not alcohol. “Well, mind how you go.”
“I shall,” he nodded earnestly and set off on the long trek back to the college.