“So what do we do now?” said William moodily. “Sound the fire alarm and get them to evacuate the building while we look?”
“Now that might not be as barmy as it sounds. I wonder,” said Neil, following the line of thought. “Supposing we could think of some way of getting them out, say during lunch time – they can't all eat indoors, can they?”
“That reminds me,” said William, harking back, “Fiona came out with that funny gag of hers about her dad running a fish and chip shop. Perhaps we could work something around that? Although, come to think of it, she was probably doing it just to rescue her dad from Lady C.”
“Wait a minute, there must be a grain of truth in that,” argued Neil, “otherwise she wouldn't have thought it up so quickly. Perhaps he runs some sort of a fish restaurant?”
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