As Ollie and Stitches walked across the courtyard the door started to move, and by the time they'd reached what would have been considered knocking distance, it'd been opened wide. And there in the space that it'd previously occupied, stood Egon (although he didn't take up all of the available space, of course, on account of his being a bit on the short side. In fact, so compact was the shortened servant he would've had trouble stopping a determined hamster getting out of its cage).
“Ah, gentlemen. I'm so glad you could make it so quickly. If you'd like to follow me please, there is a certain situation that needs attending to.”
“I see you've got a new system for opening the door,” said Stitches. “So, what are you trying this time? Telepathy? Scrying? Prognostication? No wait. I've got it
