“How on earth do you know your way through these cellars? The damn things are more like tunnels. Are you part mole, Albert?”
“A good servant is required to know every inch of their master"s domain, sir. And, no, I am not a mole, sir.”
“Pardon?” I said, as I waved yet another obstruction from my face.
“Oh, Jean, it"s only a cobweb.”
I took Linka"s punch and continued with my rant. “To you, whereas to me it"s yet another annoyance sent to test my patience and sully my garments. I can"t seem to keep a shirt clean for more than an hour.”
“Always complaining.”
“Stating irrefutable truths, my little undercover operative. I"ve never known anyone take to subterfuge with such glee.”
“It"s exciting.”
“Is it exciting to you, Albert?” I asked.
“Not really, sir.”
“Me neither. You"re outvoted,
