"Well, I'm going hanggliding" Lady Churlish announced, no doubt ironically, getting into the back of a chauffeur driven Alvis. "Do you mind house-sitting?" She didn't wait for an answer.

It took Beth and Charley two days nights to go through the firegrates and dustbins of Castle Gunpoint (I should have told you the name before) to discover a few charcoaled fragments of Charley's brother Geoffrey's letters pleading for their mother to send him money.

Lots of it. One of the remaining pieces of the letter named a figure of £20000.. The zeros continued past the tare in the paper. But Charley and Beth didn't find Geoffrey's address until they had almost given up. it's alway the way in these kind of stories? In fact I will leave it to you to suggest where an intact stamped addressed envelope might have got hidden - but there it is, anyway, leading us slickly to a new location.

On the other hand, no one seems to be reading this, so the story may end right here.