Oscar leant forward. “You’ll be cluttering up the lobby shortly.”
“In comparison, sir, I’d be decorating the place.” He picked up a telephone. “What name ought I to book it under?”
When Oscar groaned, Vaasi-Vee prodded him. He turned to see an animal peering over a newspaper at their heavily-clothed hedgehog. He glanced at others passing, noticing they did the same, though without newspapers.
Under the circumstance, they’d find suspicion in everyone.
“I think we’re only drawing attention to ourselves,” he said. “Come on.”
They bustled Manky from the desk.
“You don’t want a taxi?” the dog called after them, receiver in paw.
“No.”
“Don’t you like our taxis?”
“Not particularly.”
“Why not?”
He stopped and turned. “Well, they could do with more bonnet space, for a start.”
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