“There is another possibility,” said Tompkins and whispered something into Filly’s ear.
She looked at him with slight surprise, but then nodded when she thought about it.
“What’s that you’re sharing?” said Mandrake, “a few thoughts about Dr. Black, perhaps?”
“Yes, my husband was suggesting that Dr. Black might be a double agent working for some foreign government in Eastern Europe and I think he’s probably correct. In other words, he might be working against both of us, against both sides, if you like.”
“Yes, that’s possible I suppose,” said Reverend Green, rising gradually from the carpet to a sitting position, “but we didn’t tell him anything that wasn’t already known, widely known, so we didn’t give him anything useful in terms of information.”
“Anyway, we should place you in your accommodation for the next days, the humble garden shed, with your friend Daisy, if you would follow me please,” said Mr. Steeple.
“Wait, I think I hear the ambulance,” said Tompkins.
“Stop trying to delay things,” said Rev Green who could almost stand again.
“He’s not,” said Filly, “he’s got excellent hearing and now I can hear it too, so let’s wait for them to leave, before carting us off into the shed.”
Sure enough, after 30 seconds an ambulance arrived outside the front door and three paramedics came into the hallway.
“We have a report for two people in distress, one with a concussion and one with undetermined injuries,” said the first officer.
“Well, there’s that one there,” said Tompkins, pointing at the unconscious man by the wall, “and there’s a chap in that room,” he nodded towards the study, “who has landed on the desk and might have hurt his ribs, hips, and nose.” He then looked at the second and third ambulance officers and recognised Ingram and Evans.
“You’ll need two stretchers, lads” he said to the two men, “I will help, if you like.”