Curtains
Duke, Michel, the Master and Mr Flagstad were all in a lift together going down, not the most comfortable or happy experience Michel had ever had. The lift kept descending further and further, and it was becoming ever chillier.
“I hope you haven’t frozen my Country Dog – Premium Nibbles.”
“Where you taking us?”
“You could really do with a few flavions behind a desk studying grammar.”
“I concur,” said Duke.
“Answer my question!”
“All shall soon be revealed.”
“Salvador, I must ask, from the very commencement of our dealings between you and then the King, it was a scheme, a subterfuge, an ingenious set-up devised by you. Am I right?”
“Whatever do you mean?”
“You played us all along.”
The Master grinned again. “I must confess, it was quite easy to read that narcissistic Kin
