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It is the following morning. Not early, admittedly, but the Abbot is dosed to the collar with coffee and multivitamins and is feeling more or less awake. He re-reads the previous nights email from Mr Justice and is puzzled. He writes:


Good Morning to you, Sir.

I do not know what you are talking about.

Have you been drinking?

Country language? My country is Australia, my language is English. Surely you would have worked that out before now?

Am I serious? You talk in peculiar riddles this morning, Mr Justice. Most strangely out of character.

Are you alright?

You have been drinking, haven't you! It is a demon Sir, I strongly recommend that you avoid it. Perhaps you should seek counselling if you do not feel that you can control it yourself.

Unless I hear otherwise from you I will be looking at visiting Western Union tomorrow. I believe that there is a sub-agency at the Colosseum Pizza Palace, Laudromat and Tattoo Parlour down on the east end of High Street. It is not a place I normally frequent.

Remember the counselling, OK?

Yours sincerely,

Abbot Costello.

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Lest they drink, and forget the law, and pervert the judgement of any of the afflicted.

- Proverbs 31:5

He then poured another coffee and went for a walk in the back garden. It was only when he had walked around for a while that he remembered that the Friar had taken the goat.

“Bugger!”


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