“Well, there's plenty of places for you to hang around I suppose,” said Stitches.
“No, it's not that,” said Mandrake. “I wouldn't have wandered this far to end it all. My legs would've been killing me the next day. Anyway, I'm better now.” He cast a knowing glance at Ollie then looked back to the forest. “It was a long time ago, when I first met Davina. I'm positive we came here for a picnic.”
“You came out here for a picnic? You're braver than I gave you credit for,” said Ollie.
“I'll say,” added Stitches. “I'd rather put on a meat suit and go for a swim in a croc infested swamp. Or eat one of Mrs. Ladle's cakes. The chances of survival are about the same.”
“I take it you do actually recognise something then, Mandrake?” said Ollie.
“Mmm. I think so.”
Stitches wasn't so sure. Most fo
